this inner voice wrapped outside of sound
resounds the lowest hum
the outflowing rush encases the night
is this vibration Love?
this inner voice outside the rational
limpid consciousness entwines
yet the darkness owns time?
to hold the source of that flash
fill with your hands the ocean
the eternal truth might last a drop
one life the grain the precious grain
so what of injustice
of grief and trauma
of loss
none of this illusion
spare the suffering the empathy of preachers
the stars extinguish in tears
and vibrate broken wishes saved by children..
