Farldos Away

Nothing 2

Nothing comes forward
Shaking from the weather,
cracks me across the skull
asks me about the rain
cautions me not to linger
where the shadows are writing
the next series of delusions
that will hold me together.
"One night after another,"
he explains,
"you fall apart.
I keep your hands tied
to the wind,
so the earth
has you to
love and hold
and tear apart
for nothing,
with Nothing,
for Me, love,
with me to fall into
when you shatter
into light."

Under the canopy,
Moon light fakes
a slow forgiveness,
only to swallow
to dive deeper into
the night
I've become.
Me, I am hand deep
in a small pond
I've opened to dream,
one last syrup glove,
deep in
the space between us
where I break through her
to feed you.