Poem: Rough Crossing

Rough Crossing

 

at once, there was nothing,

except the now.  stolen memory

embroiling an oscilloscope.

somewhere voices, fake as commercials,

tethered their sighs.

 

and yet

 

a sudden everything:

gewgaws in glossy packages.

to choose even one was to reward a lack of faith

and return to the bright.

 

and yet

 

there would be no more pain.

not even loneliness,

nor hunger.  not even death itself

would be able to get in.

nor the bleeding spells of beaten dreams.

 

 

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I'm having trouble getting into the blog for some reason.  If I suddenly disappear ... it's some technical thing.

 

 5/15 "embroiling an .." replaces "embroiled the ..."

5/15 "memory" replaces "memories"