I find myself suspended from the wavering
patchwork flow beyond me

it is light, and it is dark
mocking with the careful disappearance
at the edges in the middle

maybe it is
daylight streaming through
those squared portals,
maybe its not.

maybe its god.


just getting brighter and brighter

day and night
cold and warm
alive and dead
to you and to me.


spots waver in place on the sea below


I am falling quietly
through the distant sky.

there are flashes,
green upon violet upon sapphire,
light upon dark upon black upon white.
the golden sun flying bright.


The ocean will never come to me,
and I

will never fall to it.


It is hidden in the light,
and we do not know one another.

I am saturated,
green, a rainbow
rushing, a glow
a shadow shock
I am created.


In a scream,


I question this last protest
with divine interest

as a cloud swallows me
in turn, I become and I disappear

pulled into the flat and colorless wall
of the washed out future.