Safe

The ebb and flow can tossel the soul,
leave it stranded or dragged against the seafloor.
The wax and wane can define us in shades,
illuminate our faults or hide our virtues in shadow.

The peaks and valleys can break our spirits,
emptying our lungs or swallowing our perspectives.
the coming and going can be more than the destination,
overwhelming anticipation or uncomfortable obligation.

The systole and diastole can lead us to violence,
feeding the red rage or draining from us our essence.

Peace is only in absence,
the place that can only not;
where no harm can consume you,
no fortune deceive.

C

Define emptiness.

Take from it that terrifying essence
the void-
              leave nothing that was
and replace it all with truth.

Your truth,
as well as you know it.

The shape of the earth,
the way light works,
right,
wrong,
what direction to face-
when all is lost.
Find any truth to place there
and keep it from getting cold.

That chill-
                is cancerous.

Though you can take on the abyss
none can suffer its existence
                            in the periphery.
Reflected sarcasm
the deep inhale between bouts of laughter-

cancerous.

Perspective

“I am something within this void,”
I have to tell myself
without feeling
An audible smudge on a glass ceiling.

My timid voice scares me more, so I scream,
“I am something within this void!”
…Not even an echo;
Drops in a stream.

I’ve lost the bout.
Beneath the vastness of time I cry out,
“I am something within this void!”
Then it is gone from me.

My time, like glass shatters,
Consuming all.
Mocking me from the infinite, it calls,
“I aM sOmeThiNg WiThiN tHiS vOiD!”