Travel the circumference of ache—
I say circumference because it
is a womb filled loss, a noun
with a radius of pain. Crawl
inward, closest to the center,
the blue flame of whipping heat.
It burns hottest at that point
engulfing tear-sucked dreams.
And the diameter distinguishes
nothing, a long line of division.
But you can’t divide despair.
Honestly, you can’t apply math
viscerally. And the science of all
this; the quantum correlation (I was)
to your maddening universe…well,
that’s the thing. The same laws
of physics simply do not apply
on a quantum level—the god level.
Mechanics of minute particles,
motes of me you never knew,
they are the creation of things.
The me, the ache, the pain,
the tragedy, the presence
of goodness you can’t conceive.
I am a formula and the solution
burrowed in the marrow of
Travel the circumference of ache
and pack nothing for the trip,
the profundity will astound you.
Originally written for Poetry Month:
Poetry Month continues, and this is Day 25 of NaPoWriMo for me. Today I did my own thing. Artists–we’re moody, unpredictable, and incorrigible. And my internet was down for a little over four hours, so I poured a glass of red wine, and this is what you get.
30 poems in 30 days. Do you dabble in word play as well? Let’s create 30 in 30.
Love and Ink,