there are certain places
where inescapable things have happened
areas around us
clinging to points in time
there are interiors and exteriors that breathe
their own prophesies;
places where a combination of events
have merged together
into a fusion of actualities
there are places where air
matter and perception have collided
along the strand of equilibriums,
spilling universes into the floorboards,
casting novae across the ceilings
*
corridors along the way
blare the cicatrix of these moments
like mute sirens.
walls and windows are forever
reciting to us what they have witnessed,
whispering their tales
in short distilled sentences,
reverberating the echo of absent hours
so explicitly
they make no sound
*
my senses crawl
in between the paint and plaster,
feeling for the nanosecond,
that lingering sigh
trapped beneath the pavement.
my eyes scan the gases
holding the day together
swimming this translucent volume,
I separate the carbon from the monoxide,
excavating the inertia
between my body and the bricks,
sailing the unobtrusive moons
between now and then
*
for somewhere
in one of these places
there is a particular instant
awaiting me
somewhere, at this very moment,
there is a proverbial Mercury,
transiting dark orbits,
carrying a combination of events
within his hold…
each path brings me closer
towards this impact
of atmosphere and anatomy.
when all the surfaces surrounding me
shall mirror my angst
*
I wonder what colour the sky will be
on the day that we meet?
I wonder what shade of light
will fill that inevitable room?
when you suddenly appear from around the corner,
upon the hour we are to converge
and rattle,
what exotic fuels will you burn,
as we engage,
pitching sinister logarithms into the air
bending the afternoon backwards
turning space inside-out
winding amnesia around the silence
