luna

spent, the veil becomes luscent, the matter apparent, the static reveals. i could see inside of you, i could hear, even if it was but for this split, shortest moment, i am relaxed in that moment for the first time today. what direction the sun came from, what direction was the center, what is left when you find that you are nothing? is it warmth that i feel when i find that i am gone, dissolved like one breath into the atmosphere, one wave in an ocean of illusions, quivering with the anticipation of what it must be to fall all the way into this vision and sound and taste and smell of what it is to be me, i, one, all, nothing. the hands they shake, there is horror welling up, am i about to take the final step, or am i just waking up to begin the journey at last? either way, i must shed this skin and venture forth as naked and open as the day i was born, my umbilical eyes and ears watch as i make it so, my womb is now only the idea that i cling to for last reaches into falling sunlight, as the cool night air surrounds and tears my grasp to shreds of paper meandering down concrete walks, hitching on the backs of fences and wires. fallen under darkness, i can only just make out the monoliths and spires as they stretch out of the streetlights into the vacuum above. my love, satellite crawls in as my sole salvation, to surround us all in still, marine glow, bent back out of the pooled residue of last nights storm, beckoning us to the horizon with her in her fleeting rage, her silent, cool embrace, her divine echoes of what she has seen and will be. i will find my slumber somewhere in between this heaven and her, and listen to the pulse and breath of this ancient mother and timeless whore.