Tuesday, 28 July 2009

Tatarigami

He's in the
Darkest gash

A yawning tear in everything
Where the air is vibrating pitch

Deep yet nowhere
Vast and crushing

Where destruction echos
And buildings fall

Shafts of love
Extend down

As arms of light
To play a while

But can do no more
Than hold hands

Deafening silent cries
Implode what's left

Of scrunched up paper hearts
Numb in dry ice

Asleep with open eyes
Oscillate and shimmer

All is tharn