this soulstice

like poultice
like something sealed in something wet
something dank
something that smells of deep
something liquid
something
like
now
and here
with eyes closed
under blankets of loneliness
heavy
and wet with longing
there is no where as warm
as the deep, hot bath
under the waters of this midnight
where up past the skylight
a billion miles from the star of now
there is just a flicker of the clouded eclipse
no moon but orange
hanging in the dark chocolate sky
of five hundred or so years
since the last time something
sunk
so low
in the sun and moon
shimmer of opposites
stealthily pulling the worlds
both together and apart
in the ebb and flow
of lifeforms
that look up
to the cosmotic wealth
of endlessness
for their experience
to make meaning
in the void
of here and now



with one candle
the whole thing is broken


with one shimmer of one heated illusion
of one solitary flame
passionately burning back
the expanse of the ever expanding

there is a turning of the world
from the rich dark of everything
to the what can be seen in the light

i prefer, in my moments of choosing
the dark surround of mystery
and endlessness
where the everything is still shrouded
in the what it can become

but i will welcome the light when it calls me
to the liminal acceptance
of day
incessantly arriving when it does
to take the deep from the night

and i will make this promise
to meet you here again
in the depths of what can only come
every five hundred years or so
for the well of darkness' wealth
is deep as the deepest minds
traveling down past all forevers
to this here and now
in time