in the reaching out the reading without

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