The Floor Whisperer

the snapped tether
the snapped tether the tether snaps
the galaxy-torn-bloom
the phantom borne
the rippling mass morphs
         annexes the arrested vacuum
                     the emptiness warps and hydrates
          the arid abundance creeps and rises and entwines
                    annoints the coronated black sun..

the tether snaps
the dislocation bifurcates
flames of splintered self just spin off and away
just spin off and away
the splitting spirits polish the serrated void
arrange flowers of crystallised spit along its melting highways..

the liquidised dialogues in absentia
present the whispered conversations with sinking floors
the churn
the lack
the arrhythmic beat of the shocked heart
stop..stop..stop..
                                  i am..i am..

            what of the flashes
     the flashes of light..

load memories
replay imagine replay re-imagine
implode and reload
not again..not again..
yet again..

so the meaning the absence not only lingers
reappears and reappears
the snapped tether reconnects reaffirms re-solders
and again tears away
there darkly the dynamo re-energises
play again..oh no..yes and no..play again..

but the flashes of light
those flashes of light
in the burn in the tenderest supernatural kiss
the re-assemblage..