For the decade gone
I have sought the bottomless daring
it to reach back and
prov e
the real of the unreal
only to find
that was the very nothing
that pulled me in
like
barbed pitchfork
pierced through the gossamer
veil
time is that very
line that is coiled
and
uncoiled
letting out
pulling in
a maw that swallows the
seeker
before they are ever
born
