White board
Wipe away
Move on
Gone
You travelled through
Some deep synapses
Erase, erasure
To lose, your loss as saviour
Quarantine
Quarantine or delete
Loosening links
Leveraging linkages
Opening wounds
Bound
Sealed
Slowly healed
Turn to
To find a sense
To find a purpose
To be is not alone enough
Buy some time
Rebuild the memories
Work out the why
Anticipate the when
There’s a thousand million
Sparkling tinkling waltzing refractions
There’s a never ending chorus
Of pebbles, of waves
The zephyr’s blown in over the Dolomites
Travelling with some softness, some certainty
The migration has begun
Freshwater havens, seaside lakes are forsaken
Cotton wool clouds
Around the sky blue sky, surrounding silver tints
Above, a thousand million, maybe even a zillion
Sparkling tinkling star bright illuminations
All that went before
Has gone
Gone before
Creation crept along
Slipped the sand
From beneath the shoes
Chapel, church
All that went before
Has gone before
Familiarity swept along
A carpet ride
From an hollow floor
Mother, Father
All that went before
Has gone, gone before
Void, devoid of direction
Not even thoughts
Of a misconception
Vacuous open universe
Standing in that bedroom there
Not knowing where to turn
Late autumn, early evening
Too many times of parting
Starting over again, restarting
Sitting on the second seat there
On the train from nowhere
Mid winter, morning, day
Too many times of parting
Starting over again, restarting
Laying in that churchyard there
In the unknown village
Some summer Sunday afternoon
Too many times of parting
Starting over again, restarting
Sleeping on that single bed there
In the student’s dormitory room
Spent it all, then spent some more
Too many times of parting
Start over again, restarting
Darkness
Real Darkness
Black lines on black skies
Inside the womb
Inside the tomb
Darkness
Shaft of light
White light
White lines on a white sky
Outside the womb
Beyond the tomb
Lightness
