There’s nothing here today
your old ways, sayings
shadows, branches
leaves molted
with a heart of clay
my hands grasping
at the ends
ascend
A conspiracy of things
destroy a forest
aflame
and needles
and
pins
a consistency
of madness
deafening
Great slumber
inching us down
these bodies
owned as ideas
to one another
but this time
only dry tears
from within a hollow
and a pit within
My love extends
to include
you
despite
this now
includes the fault
lines
and the worried eyes
acceptance erodes
the falsities
disarms the lies
It’s come to this
again
travelling at speed
away from the only
one
of us
that bleeds
again and again
I am no longer here
for you
and you
no longer hold
the centre
lost to a moving edge
fading
as though you will never
glow
for me
again