for as long as memory,
i have stared at the
exit. a glow-worm radiant, switched
off and on
in mind. it comforts me.
calming my thoughts, scorching
past the c r i s s
c r o s s landscape of
the never[mind].
only i hold the key
that opens that final
silent room, inside the box,
inside the house of me.
i lived there,
once, safe. inside that room,
absent of thought,
inner silence
runs as the ice river.
washing over me, subduing, submerging
my tears. i am smothered under
molten earth. in that land, pain
lies down, & sleeps forever,
and all the fractured
pieces lost along the way
reassemble. i radiate onward
outwith the sun. the mirrored river
of life flows on, softening
the embers of the flames
inside the burn.
the soul will finally – be.
in memoriam, i can return.
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