The Call Of Denial (+1)

Nothing

can be its own explanation

 

Nothing

can leave itself

 

Nothing

can give dimension to time

 

Nothing

unsaid is spelt

 

Nothing

is nothing till something becomes

 

Nothing

a word unatoned

 

Nothing

that last page of unwritten rhyme

 

Nothing

—a temptress unknown

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)

 

 

 

Feeling Its Weight

 

Waiting with answers

to questions unasked,

a vacuum state appears

 

Smelling the ozone

feeling its weight,

all time reduced to tears

 

A newness reborn

a prophecy filled,

the words await unsaid

 

As what was created

before it was made

—returns to raise the dead

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)