Each tree stands as one last chance-
like a brace before devastation.
Dressed in skirts of ice and the kiss of mist,
we could say that,
their arthritic fingers are frozen spread in tension
while clawing against starless November skies
ever so placidly.
There,
words were left unsaid,
And
voices were not heard,-
Like living things silenced
and the ones left breathing;
for nyther is less and
neither is not more.
Every individual metaphysical
or
tangible something,
pertaining too,
or,
in correlation with,
the complete totality of "ALL"
was NAKED, and became
subconsciously rendered
with no regard for personal
sympathy.
And...
all I can say is that-
my eyes jumped so far off the edge
that by the time they finally hit bottom,
they had already bounced back at me
in a gust of a billion blinding microscopic shards
that I can only refer to as a fragment in the breath of God.
(For such fear only comes forth looking in the heart of steep places.)
At the top of Niagra Falls
we are everything and we are nothing.
There was no sun,
There was no moon,
There was no you-
There was no any one...
Only snow flakes falling in a darkness
sheltered under a blanket of clouds.
And,
Somewhere children were laughing,
And,
Somewhere lovers were kissing,
And,
I leaped into a world of angrybeautiful,
And, at the bottom,
in a hundredth of a millionth of a second,
amongst all the chaotic flying shit and rubble,
I touched you finger tip too finger tip
and then I had
too
let
go.
Smile.
There are things within each other we will never know.
