This feeling of nothing, no meaning
No matter, no reality
Voices, speaking naught
Never ending
Please, carry on if you wish
Whether known to you or not
You tell all of your secrets
In complaints and stories
None of us the wiser
But drawn deeper into dream
Forgotten promise
To steady the ship
Stop paddling so hard
Can you hear the quiet
Behind the din?
Waiting for you to come home
Let the mind wander
To your own peril
Nothing you teach is learned
Nothing you know is real
Alone you travel in mirrors
Along the slope
Mountains and rivers
Lead you astray
Stars light the sky
In the dome of your dimness
Loud, loud, the voices
Always vying, grinding
Desperate, hear me
See me
Make me real
Tell me again
The stories you made up
Eons ago by the fire
With your grandmother
Who listened and spoke
In whispers so quiet
They felt profound
But only to her
Yours is for you
And you alone
Your fragment waits
And will cut your foot
When you least expect it
Then your blood will rise
And your story will go silent
Your voice will recede
Like a wave
Where you’ll be fine
In the quiet
Watching
Behind the din
