per

Wait. Wait, until no one is really looking, wait until no one cares to hear.

Wait until all your useless words turn circles around you and useless has a whole other meaning to you.

Wait until you've been here and back. Again and again and again.

Wait until you've given it back, empty and CLEAN; so many times the void begins to echo.

Let the nothing bleed its smothering life,

All along the shouting banks teeming with the certainty of a nameless Life

There is no ego that its eye won't anhilate

We are one, and I and you...

Over and over

It glares, no mercy

And my delicate lair

Protecting the world, which has made me the universe

At polar opposite, tearing me

Head to foot, I am blind

(grace) a line that winds through

Us there is no, is no (me)

Weight, save that

We bear upon our own shame

Full of self we look at each other

Searching for proof but only how we like it

And

Staring, pushing, screaming

Back

Can you tell which is the world and which is you

A bridge forms

Attaining perfect balance, looking into which chasm

Will (will)

Take you where

You want to go

the density of a molecule

I think it's not so funny you shout the loudest when you're going over the water fall

My heart, flooded with
You; I find it rains
Even in the barren desert

Drown me in your silence

Take the words from my mouth. They are yours, anyhow. They never did me any good, anyway.

They fill me, they clog up my head and my heart. They choke me when I desperately need to breathe. They are never there when I need them the most; they never follow what I mean. They fall out of my mouth, haphazardly; pretentious and full of hot air.
All these words float around, defining life and love; and I don't understand. What good does it do me to purge myself of them when we both know that I will never be free of them?
What use is it to let them spill out of me like so much blood?

To what end, to what grave heights shall I follow them; only to be carried away, over the edge. Torn apart by the very things that I thought might save me.

Take these words from my mouth, those words that dam my heart, that hide behind my eyes. Take them, transform them into something beautiful, meaningful.
Use them like I let you use me- wantonly, willingly, heartlessly, and belying a carefulness that shines a light into the blackest depths.

Take my words and let them open up what we both have closed off inside ourselves long before we knew what to name things.

Gravitational Pull

It was always just pieces. I'm not trying to recreate an old picture; only, always seeing with new eyes a whole universe.

What Will Guide You?

If I was brave I'd take myself into the desert for several days; not to find myself, but to let go, listen and reconnect.

Come Again

I saw you leaning against yourself as though it was the most solid pillar in the world.