Within you will find
Many holes, entries I didn’t want
To be read, couldn’t bear to be
Missing, places torn, blotted out,
Undone by necessity.
Instead of a this
only that, a naught
Over time increasing, a maturity, a
Burning away, a clearing, so to speak.
Fill it in as you will, it becomes a blind
Imagining, less than a world
Whose spiraling grasses and stars
Keep a secret alive, within reach
Of all who are kin,
Who increase, over time, this privacy,
Holding a candle to it as it multiplies.
On a day without day
This planet again will be stone,
A cavern without water or flesh, a skull
Devoid of countenance, anonymous,
Ready to express anything, including
Emptiness, the journal of a god
Whose eye sockets, once,
Were tunnels of love where someone
Such as yourself dwelled long ago—
I’m passing through one
Slowly as possible now,
I do not want to reach the
Other side (you know what I mean
If you followed me here somehow
With your hands, your eyes).