The Last Revolt and Repent
I am placed
in a here of no existence,
spaceless place and timeless hour,
to float in non-body for as long as
my soul allows it,
to float throughout the warped
sheet of the world, unmoved.
And the shelter's grey
- or is it deathless peril? -
white mist coveting the eyes,
I have no eyes,
blank fog censoring my words,
I have no lips,
bleached black silencing the silence,
but where are my ears.
There is little here that I find
real, there is so much
more that I imagine.
I wish for creeping thoughts of
resolution, resolved in redolence,
I wish for remembrance of me, I wish
I once more was.
I might be imagining myself.
I wish I could cry
when you touch my head,
I wish I could die
again, again,
forever, I wish I could kiss you
once more so I can remember
what it is I miss,
I wish I could grab at your hand
- how did you make yourself in here
if I am not
and here is not
how can you be the sole
constant in ruin without end -
I wish I could yell
Forgive me
Forgive me
Forgive me
God!...
Your hand is still atop my head.
I close my eyes.