#recognizingthevoiceless

all that is left of you is tethered to a tremor.

your absence widens, and keeps on widening until we are finally separate.

the gulf between us is a star-fed river.

the gulf between us is a light-starved chasm.

I watch you convulse, collapse into yourself.

you, a soft nebulous shadow that grows warm and bright, incandescent, from a seed.

so quiet. so very quiet.

you spin away in the vacuum of space. pulse light. scintillate morse code answers.

i hear the silence.

i hear everything you want to say.

Embraced by a soul that knows your light and your deepest darkness.

Reveling in the acceptance of a heart so strong and large,

It can contain your unmeasured own,

Offered with such grace and generosity of spirit,

That you finally feel you've come home.

e.v.e.

A comrade writes:

"L’shana tova to Claudia Sheinbaum and no one else.

non-stop, almost daily like

I have a muse of some sort,

but life and work collided.

I almost have no time to

write, most especially

since the last part of my

novel got erased for no reason.

I need to find for my muse, no,

inspiration to write beautifully

again and daily so I don't seem

like a ghost on here.

Some one please send help.

Lifeless Writer.

For a touch that won't come.

While the world slept

I dreamt of desires

Sinking deeper into their secrets.

I coveted all that I could

While leaving so much of me

That I never thought I would.

Through the realms of possibilities

I closed my eyes and prayed.

Where were you to guide my destiny

While I waited to fade away.