The Dark

Just about pinched.

Pulling out from underneath.

Flecks that I feel.

Feel right.

Feel left.

Nothing.

Something holding.

You too see-

Don’t see.

It’s cool sometimes

Somewhere

Over there.

Seeping again.

The eye of –

The world that-

The light from-

What came before then.

Gerbils in general.

Genesis and genius.

God then.

Twenty one.

Shots.

Grams.

Filling, weighing, waiting.

It collects.

I am.

To take its bits would be

Light.

Lift and break solely

For that I am

You, becoming.

More and more.

Dark then.

God then.

More of it, he, she, it, then, but.

Hold again.

That light.

Nothing.

If only I were once

Caught before

This old.

The word.

World without-

Befalling.

Be to fall.

From being.

From falling.

Yes it waits.

Yes it holds.

Gives off this black

This clear

This wrought-

Forgiving before it begins.

To take us from what-

The leaving.

Ask again.

You feel.

You see.

You feel and see.

Unnoticed.

Entirely gone

Very here.

It sounds sometimes.

Its small hum

Making its arc

Through tiny hairs

A passing off.

Off and on.

Passing.

Peaking,

Its still here.

Summoned.

If you steep me in it

Do I turn.

Yes.

You.