the arrival of gone

“did you think

i would last”

says he

the sea about

us all has only

finite gasps - utterances if you will

voices

fall, tall silences in

collapse

it is then

that dusk

reconnects to its mask

when gone has

arrived and the

steel breath of the wind makes more out of loneliness than it ever did

outlines of places

pale in their gone-ness,

where shadow makes itself… lung shaped wrongness

thought

evening

would crack

clouds-

parcel into

darks, this is where we all are where sunlessness portrays its scars

half inside

an old breath

hardly there for the window’s light to break over

black churches

bleed prayer,

i will never sleep forever there