my fire wants something to consume
but you were gone
long before your first light
captured me
you were gone
as I gazed, wondered, imagined
water, warmth, life
you were already gone
as benumbed as
obstinate oblivion
spent
and my fire is
ununderstanding

I noticed your absence today

My frozen thoughts were

As the outside cold

A mooned reflection

Of a warmth
Now miles away

Each time I measure your allure
My world branches into a copy more pure
And even though we might never
Hold a true embrace
Possibility remains, in another time and place
We are together in infinite forevers

I am a dissipative system

Not evolved ape, not developed cro-mag, not Neanderthal

Yet am a creature, even to her

There is silence, stillness

Brought by a stalker

She hunts for me

I am the bile she requires

For her beauty

The delicate decay she needs to seed

A sylvan cycle of extinction

There is only the next provider

I was born a provider

I have a purpose

Her carrion care and caress will leave me clean

I will pass through her and leave no trace of the passing

Save a worming flush, fed by my elegant decay

An autopoietic expression of post-structuralism

Yet I wander and she sees nothing poetic of me

She sees the winsome seduction of my withering and claims it

A charm she cannot create

As she can birth and nurture only ruin

It is my rot which gives her refinement

See how I have danced with with your decadence

See the grace I have given as

I dawn from body to dust

Long have I waited for you

Here is my life

Here is my decay

Here is your thing of beauty

I gift this to you

The laser pulses in ps, picoseconds

She told me.  Do you know

How long that is?

I told her

It is the distance it

Takes for two

Come for soy in their espresso

To walk and talk

In a paradise lost

And for him to

Regard a twirl of a curl

In a mane of awesomeness

Belonging to a girl

Truly fair enough for

Regarding

In pulses of ps, precious seconds

Worth an eternity of sleep

At The Cliff

So I remember waking at the edge

The edge of the part I gave

Or the edge of the part you took

The part you took across this span

I long for it

Because it was once me and

It once grew in me or bloomed in me

In the spot I didn’t even know was hollow

I holler

What can I offer

What can I give

The Cliff is mute

I hear it, it calls to me

Certainty awaits

Somewhere

At the bottom of that emptiness

Here at your edge, I dream of you

I dream until I can no longer dream

And I ready myself

The thrown unthrown by the Cliff

I cry

Send forth your finality

Topple this heart

From your stoic skirt

Till it plunge and

Receive your rocky resolution

Lock away this danger

Banish the science of edges

For their potential is dark, unseen and unnamed

I am not a winged thing that

Must throw itself into the rift

Over and Over and Over and Over

I stare down at that gulf and

Cannot pretend I am not at the edge in

Order to be in the world

My soar is sore

My call is

What can I offer

What can I give

The Cliff is mute

…so I listened and

It gave what it possessed

As a dust of snow from a crow and

I awoke on the other side of the Cliff

Or the Cliff beyond or the Cliff beyond or the Cliff beyond or the Cliff beyond

And stand by the edge

Cast my ward and call

What can I offer

What can I give

For the Cliff is mute

I wake and spend my day
In your moonlight, dreaming
Of ways to romance, your
Sleepless heart, clear as the
Sun's face, ever abides
For ways to eclipse me