Father you came to her that night
words – dream-scrambled,unrecalled
apart from melody of ending, from beyond
all opening of death.
“Now I am biting the void,”
“Now I am biting the void.”
She called the void your terror –
that empty vacuous space
that sucks us out, menacing form and thought
with dissolution – she said you ran from that –
drinking it away – and drinking more
as the void toasted her power.
This horror called void, I found today.
Recalled from nights wandering valleys of death
and sudden awakening to death in life:
four-walls, a room, a corner, sucking at life.
She showed in freshest wounds,
wet-warm as tropical mist, yet
too ephemeral to trespass,
and so entwined with essence
that even the highest love of life
could but nurse her emptiness;
and we became sisters, the void and I.
…In laughter and dance,
swirling around mockery of life and love
and pain and suffering ongoing
believing in himself too much
shaking and tremblimg in his rhythms
as if we could wasten them all-
laughing at Eden, because that promised,
ever so fertile land
has blood-stained walls.
So here we dance, oh kinder king,
Embracing voidity naked, and finding ourselves
allowing creation itself.
Indeed, God himself asked space
to twitch his face and
laugh at his pure reflection.
Come to me void, my oldest love,
– let me dissipate
and expand through you,
wastening that holy wall dividing
what is and what is not
Let me find myself, lose everything
Let me welcome the night and the promise
Dance with me void, through me, in me
until infinity itself collapses
and we go behind
the first point
of life expanding,
forever abandoning itself,
as being confused in unbeing
sprays gray space of arriving