An avalanche of nothingness.
Awkward silence. The highlights are already over. The fatigue of non-movement.
Crystal clarity, sharp, concise – has become the coward.
Uneasiness echoes intermittently, an attempt at an inside-out switch.
Maybe this is Kathy’s song, or Eric’s or Esther’s.
Has the soul-merge begun?
Can there be ecstasy in uneasiness? Disengaged. Cluttered.
The year of the un-welcomed shadows. Fragmented.
Trying to trap old memories in the non-functional corral.
From Genesis to Revelation and out the other side.
All the means of articulation-