there is darkness
and the lone voice of a teacher miles away
preaching presence and stillness,
the importance of nothingness-
hidden in the background I hear him
sometimes
I even listen
he hails emptiness
and slightly, I am proud-
It's all I have
beforehand
I saved a few minutes
going through the rounds
desperately searching for that
which may comfort my frozen soul
pain
pleasure
sticks and music
you.
in this space where you once were
sometimes
when there is kindness and mercy
I drift to that place
where I am almost asleep
and I am beside you
sometimes
I feel the night finally embracing me
before I feel it slip through my tired fingers
like vapor summoned by the waning moon
stolen by a sun that came too soon
