creation, poetry

Stars

Drip of bright

In the overwhelming nothing

Lick of light 

Under soul-emptied breathless 

Undone night

Through the blood-curdling silence

How do I know if anything’s there

How can I care where I can’t go

How will you believe the unknown deep

Unsaid word

In the jabber-scream hollow

Inhale stirred

Under silt shoveled righteous

Its not heard

Are we ever listening

I can’t touch

If I can’t feel

And it’s too far

To understand

Who’s there

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