nothings #7

On the wall a shimmer hints of motion, teases still. Scarlet woman then but sanguine now, i splice acquiescent moon – to hang your shadow, maybe, in the empty space. All those missing moments, shades that clouded night, they are suspended now – aimless and immobile. In epicentric heave a lightning snap delivers life from death. Motion soothes an ache of time so my back is still against the wall.

explanatory

i haven’t vanished though that last post may have been a premonition …
i’ve been ill. recovery is under way …*grin

nothings #6

“don’t forget …”
voice already spilling into shadow’s current, spreading,
merging with a starrish sky, pointed saviours far away.

“me. now …”
in the hum of blindsight’s thrall, be knotstill and listen.