Space History
Frozen now, my mind forever
replays
those days before the leaving; highlights
your eyes, empty holes, alternate universes,
how they never looked my way, perched
already ahead, in that realm without me,
in that space filled behind me, and in my ears,
now, the sound of dirt hitting the wooden lid,
my hands banging against the other side of,
as if the darkness had evolved downwards
to become a grave, a singularity, a forlorn cry
into the expanding then collapsing vacant spaces
between the memories of all that had been.
those days before the leaving; highlights
your eyes, empty holes, alternate universes,
how they never looked my way, perched
already ahead, in that realm without me,
in that space filled behind me, and in my ears,
now, the sound of dirt hitting the wooden lid,
my hands banging against the other side of,
as if the darkness had evolved downwards
to become a grave, a singularity, a forlorn cry
into the expanding then collapsing vacant spaces
between the memories of all that had been.
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