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still the un-dark, the unearthly quiet
this quiet beneath the earth, this hollow tomb
seven thousand days and more (twenty times
around the sun, invisible) whispered, withering
a thread of dream-time, grey twining roots
in the grave/rich soil of the world-between-worlds
nurture and decay. endless
still the unending, the ever-still
tears to stone and salt—the weight of all time,
and the weight of the world (every world waits:
a hushed breath from one to the other,
as if remembering the could-have-been;
the shiver/thrill of hand-in-hand) a heart caves in upon itself
an instant, or an eternity. time is/
still the unkept, the filled-with-regret:
a collapsed, crushed-beneath, still-waiting
while under earth i have turned from one thing
into another (from your One to an other
) for time is the all-consuming, all things equal
now diminished and low, a faded echo, i am
hollow-hearted and frail. immemorial
still the un-dark, the unearthly quiet
this quiet beneath every quiet, a death-mask hush
weeping without sound—the grief that passes understanding.
sleep comes for me on dark wings, a monarch's shroud
a swell of ink-in-the-void, the unbreathing-yet-alive
wound in the fabric of the outer dark, orbiting, peripheral
approach and decay. endless
this quiet beneath the earth, this hollow tomb
seven thousand days and more (twenty times
around the sun, invisible) whispered, withering
a thread of dream-time, grey twining roots
in the grave/rich soil of the world-between-worlds
nurture and decay. endless
still the unending, the ever-still
tears to stone and salt—the weight of all time,
and the weight of the world (every world waits:
a hushed breath from one to the other,
as if remembering the could-have-been;
the shiver/thrill of hand-in-hand) a heart caves in upon itself
an instant, or an eternity. time is/
still the unkept, the filled-with-regret:
a collapsed, crushed-beneath, still-waiting
while under earth i have turned from one thing
into another (from your One to an other
) for time is the all-consuming, all things equal
now diminished and low, a faded echo, i am
hollow-hearted and frail. immemorial
still the un-dark, the unearthly quiet
this quiet beneath every quiet, a death-mask hush
weeping without sound—the grief that passes understanding.
sleep comes for me on dark wings, a monarch's shroud
a swell of ink-in-the-void, the unbreathing-yet-alive
wound in the fabric of the outer dark, orbiting, peripheral
approach and decay. endless
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intersticed; not ever forgotten