As it Is

I traverse another night

second by second,

things come,

unchanged.

I am trying to find you

inside the cloth of skin.

I find my way, but in a dream–

images and sound,

the mind’s movement

taking form. Who

shapes this experience?

I am easily convinced,

in a world with no proof whatsoever.

I name things--

things I’ve never seen

never will see now.

This was the second mistake,

and the third and the fourth.

Desire drowns in its own shameless water

darker and darker

towards the bottom sands

No light there,

no sound.

No quiet, either.

The next movement of the clock,

one more blank hope for something new.

Time never knows the present,

tethered as it is,

to the same small circle

life after life.