Sunday, August 7, 2011


Bits of my heart, little pieces
Are traveling a path up my body
And leaking from the corners of my eyes

Wandering are they, hit by a meteorite
Fragmented into the space
That exists within me like a starry blackness

Not made of stone, am I
Nor shielded in armor
But my stronghold shudders in the aftermath

And time keeps moving on
Toward a light in the far distance
Toward the explosion and the flowering
Toward the dawn
And things I cannot yet see