nihil ex nihilo

years go by and still I see you sicken the mild blueness of Durer’s wing - twisted, the woods you once stood against, black hair thorny and moonlit, and warring red the clover - I have stopped seeking you, stopped my asking after - one day, I will lose all of your names as well - 

The heart is still beating. Nothing is lost.  But how deep the damage goes. Like an insect, the dark love of an unhappy land. And almost everywhere the dizzying sound of human will. Shears and screams and motors. And nowhere an Eye to latch and dream on. I know this, is it too late? I have so thinly been myself. So thinly dreamed of otherwise or elsewhere. So small, a creature of moments, a plain thing. 

it starts as a small ache that blooms like ruins underwater to have been so futile and so held to adumbrate like a heap of villageless masses to light a lantern for no one to know hunger, and fullness, and hunger again