And so, it strikes. You untap the plug, the river breaks the creek…
Solitude that fuels insomnia, insomnia born in yearning.
Desire, desire, silence is never broken. That which you expect, and you wish is there
Fear the future, feel the cotton in your heart, let it drench your blood
Letters in the dark
The unlit lighthouse, call the ships in
The unsafe dock, fail the ties
The water is rushing in.
Anchor, pull the ship down, it tries to leave the dock, but the anchor pulls
The foreign martyr begs, and the lighthouse fades
Swell and swoon.
Howl the quietness, insomnia that fuels solitude, yearning held in desire
Smash and crack and shine and polish and laugh
It’s all memory and dream, crossfire of delusions
Waft among delusions, taste the mirages, fear the laughter
Breath and shiver, hold in the shame, fret and regret
Break the mast.
Words in the dark, look around, feel around
The door is open but sight and courage elude, delude, deluge
Here comes the sound, the sound that you flee
The sound of relief, surpassing.
Desire breaking quietness, yearnings unquenched, solitude unchanged.
Sigh, senselessness abounds, repent.
Futility and unconveyed message. The wreckage is done, unmaned and unmade.
Rot…. And wait.