the missing element, the void
the vacuum straining so to exist
to stress a fracture inside the me
crushed like a leaf dried by time
to fill the vial of sorrow, a drop
distilled from the lone darkness
there is no solace of forgetting
winds blow suspiciously harsh
the meaning of it all brushes by
and to howl at the starry skies
for the answer may be to hurt
far from equilibrium: and alive
time nears the vanishing point
in breath, the moment’s blood
not to be claimed by the night
lo: where all the lights intersect
