my eyeballs feel nearly frozen, i stare at my feet
as i march toward the darkening horizon
let me check the mail - just junk
let me empty the dishwasher
wing, blade, glass, step
Orbiting a void circling half-sloped
blacked-out arcs of abyssal light,
formless placeless
the wordless path written in the stars,
instructions for the mechanism,
the balance wheel and gears of fate,
perfect and perpetual.
Begin to end,
a tear waters the seed
and ancient red cells spill out their color.
I am, briefly.
Darkly I see
fluttering lashes of light empty
all light into emptiness.
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Perceiving perception reveals blindness.
Dimly see, briefly be.
i know this day
the aches of time -
stopping is dull pain
going is sharp
try to do neither
as minutes sag into days
days stretch into minutes
i know my goal
has a goal of its own
we both want to survive
hunger has teeth -
hunter, prey
hunter, pray
for my moment -
going feels like waiting
then waiting and waiting
and waiting to stop