Tuesday, June 1, 2004

Living Death




In this one moment,
life fails me, and death comes alive…
cold black flames,
that leap up from inside me
emerging like water
that filled the empty spaces between the sand
now the grains of life lie submerged.

In this one moment,
the blinding light burst into darkness
The blasted sound surrounding me
 suddenly stilled
 My memory numb, thought stillborn                                                                                        
The dumb grief of an expectant mother,
 who never was

In this one moment,
A black hole in my universe
Where even the idea of existence
Exists not
 a life moving from point to point.
hits a chasm.
A piercing pointlessness.

In this one moment
I feel free of my own will,
There I am my spirit crouched
Its shoulder drooped, head bowed.
A soul struck by lightening in slow motion
the words imprinted inside my head.
This is death.

The swirling swing of my consciousness stills
A flutter of eyelids, a wisp of breath.
The moment extinguishes itself.
I flicker to life.



16 years, 2004