The apartment leaks footsteps,
it’s hard to avoid their featherweight padding.
Fabric and pith teach
walls how to speak;
fragmented recordings
that always threaten to utter
something intelligible.
Ears question,
closed eyes grope for answers.
They abide --- the indwellers,
they nightly rearrange,
whatever you thought was yours
as you daydream of being real.
God is dead
your Divinity wakens
the Word incarnate
—each breath fortells
(Dreamsleep: March, 2023)
Satanic delusion,
pagan confusion,
the darkest illusion
—redeemed by His word
(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)
"She wanted something to happen- something, anything: she did not know what."
--Kate Chopin
Yes, I wanted something to happen
I wanted him to love me,
to even notice me,
but he sped through Life
as if I was a dead girl walking.
To him, I was nothing.
To me, he was everything.
To me, he was Life and Breath
He was Water and Nourishment
He was Spirit and Soul
He was my all,
though I scarcely knew him.
I knew him not,
But I knew I loved him.
I knew Love well enough to know it came to me continuously
Like a cat in need of attention.
But he knew not Love,
For he shunned me.
He shunned me like the moon shuns the sun.
We met no more,
Nor did I see him anywhere.
Nor did it matter anymore.
He left me
I wanted something to happen...
anything to happen...
But nothing ever did.