Death’s Density

Death, dense,
Beyond neutron stars.
Black holes where
Nothing escapes
Light itself,
Impotent.

Light, space itself
Warped by the power
Of this empty absence.
All nearby, changed,
Bent, disformed.
Eternity.

Nightbound Words

Racing mind
Fears awakened,
Given voice,
Speaking loudly
Into murky peace of night.

Dreams unrealized,
Yet still dreams.
Voices of neglected
Priorities. Reminding
Me; deepest values.

Empty grave
This frantic life.
Delightful sense of purpose
Untethered to accomplishment.
Illusions of effectiveness.

Self directed rage
Unuseful, empty sounds.
November’s east bound
Wind pushes still,
Fiercely, chilling.

Moments

Flash,
Hand lunges.
Strike!

Momentary grasp for power.
Momentary…

Power touched; flees.
Power’s gone, mist:

Angry vacant god.
Emptiness returns.

Desperation’s emptiness
Resumes its
Ice cold

Fury.

Night

Darkness lurks upon the farside of my window.
Orange red splotches force through the murk,
Showing much too little.

Too much hidden for those seeking safety.
So much away from the accountability of eyes.
Sometimes selfish longings,
Sometimes the drive to cause pain.

Whether avoiding guilt or capture,
Night’s blanket an ally.