When did he think
he was possible?
why did he
twitch at
the ray of light?
why did he blink
to the sound of voices?
how will he cry out
where no mercy dares echo?
who taught him to believe in Life
when he was not wanted?
Who will tell him as he awaits to breathe?
Renewed from 2012
i cannot bear this burden
and so i give it up to you
so that i may have some peace
before you name me
as its bearer
i may regret it
i may mislead myself with hope
yet for now i cannot bear the weight
not before i know if it is mine to bear….
Darling, i see you face
like a burst of brilliance in the dark
flashing too bright
like a light bulb
before going out
Darling, your beautiful smile
minutely persists
like a streak of white smoke in the dark
a short-lived
glow-hazy flicker
of memory
whatever will i do
when all that remains
is a littered unlit place
spent matchsticks scattered
in the cavernous
confines of my mind?
i see too much…
too sharply, strongly
too vividly, viciously
i miss the light…
not chemical, not electrical
not that cruel piercing imperfection revealing lit object.
why not some dimness…?
some smoothness…
some dark to wrap around softly but not at all lessen…
some thing hidden…
some thing saved…
some thing for one to know and one to find out…
let the light be created,
let it slowly fade the light-maker
let it lick, slide, drip, drop, fall, fly and burn…
let it leave a trace as all living things do…
let it spark, grow, flame, flicker, falter…
let it live and as all, let it leave.
when did it think
it was possible?
why did it
twitch at
the ray of light?
why did it rise
to the sound of voice?
how did it show rhythm
when no heart
beats for it?
why will it bleed longing
when it swims in bile?
how will it cry out
where no mercy dares echo?
why does it yearn to move
and leave a trace of mistake?
how does it breathe
in suppressed want?
who taught it to believe in Life
when it is not wanted?
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