Autonomy
remembering at 1:05 a.m. on 2006-01-14
There is nothing here anymore, he said.
As the dirty glass jars fill up with rain.
Drop full by drop full
Against diluted, ambivalence- turned gray.
Wetting both of our tongues and
Soaking dark clothing into heavy burdens,
So much like myself, I fear.
I�m going to break everything open, I reply.
Take these shards and string them up into the trees
Offerings of little elements
As they chime softly
Deep, deep in the evergreens�.
There is nothing here anymore, I said.
Nothing more, but my tangle of dreams
And the light, which breaks open reflections,
One hundred times larger
Then what I can ever be.
never was � never will be