Something In a Void

For we perceive beyond the rainbow, Beyond the shadow of gravity holding ISS. Caught not in a void But like bees wading in their own honey, Pollinating space with thoughts … Our tent did blow from on high Exposing this nakedness. They, uncomprehending, A soul did incarcerate; Feeding barest morsels shared with rats; Though famished eyed her fleeting skirt. So did she infiltrate his racked dreams? Spittle healing cuts; kisses soothing bruises, Milk nourishing hunger … Tears washing away grimy sorrow. Such comfort in the bounds of direst misery …