He hides himself, they say
Do not search for him
though your poor heart lies crumpled
tossed
foiled
fallen
I crowd myself out
out of chaos
It does not progress
or regress
It is the same
everywhere
never letting up
completely unbound
There's a flicker in my soul that circles in flight
But this storm is too strong for him
I sit and watch my mind
its convictions falling out
like blossoms of certitude
The hours spread out like pennies, on the floor
scatterings of constellations
right before they die
weightless
vulnerable
There is the great doubt
emptiness roaring in the ears
All things remain as they are
A small breath wavering in the air
like a flickering body
its chamber gold with firelight
weightless
barely there at all
more spirit than flesh
the human merging into the beastial
How can you live with the world on fire?
It can break a man
But I don't break
Do you?