By Mark James

awakening in the gathering of cloth
riding the edge entropic
or the wind embraced of dust
encircling where omission is centered

entering as exited Lot
blind in the salt of my creating
serrated of the second
coming-to

i dreamt the veil thin
stepping
where shapeless eye stood screaming
and shapeless mouth had sight
speaking
in silent horror of night

one blind one mute one blind
time
as still and useless as mine

i vowed believing in hers
disavowed
believing in mine
love
is not divine

devoid the spirit entwined the heart
snorts
razored and honed behind the lines
consuming
purity begetting the dirty
love
craving the more

i walked free between the fear
not mine but sorrow
the specter hollered mute
tis mine in walking fearless without
sight or sound
or knowledge of love as human

the veil thinned still wrapped around
and held, no
bound
from waking free where sight precedes
sound and light is not
vision

I awakened blind as the night
preceding
aware of the veil
of the void
aware