Silence.
As I fall away from the edge of the sky
The waves above me plummeting away into nothing
Rivulets fading into droplets, and into emptiness.
The weightlessness of my limbs,
Hot breath flows over chapped lips.
A quivering fear hides in the dark,
Threatens to besiege
And take captive my heart.
The Silence
Is oppression to my eardrums,
The great thumping
Only that of my own being,
And that which I have imagined.
Time falls in existential words here,
Snippets and moments
Caught in a second of sound,
And I turn, in the dark,
To see I face the same way I did before.
Only one moment leaves an echo,
A word,
Caught on the first breathy syllable,
Like a schoolyard bully
Who mocks the downtrodden,
And yet hides his own ache.
A-a-a-alone.
And again.
A-a-a-alone.
The very word is lonely, the airy, emptiness beside consonants,
In bed with the
Mournful croon
That follows,
And the one small dot to finish.
There is nothing for my eyes to see but the black,
And that burns into my vision.
There was such color, such beauty, and then I
Rowed, and Pushed, with the doppled waves, and
Thought to fall into stars.
I never knew, that
When they said The Edge of the Earth
They meant
The Edge of the Universe.
And I have fallen into silence,
and evanesced into nothing.
