forgetters

there are beaches, in the emptiness
pipe organs for our loyalty
rivers for our spirit
there is us, in the emptiness
proud and irreverent
us, sitting on mountains of words
and swimming in the cool green waters
the music riveting upwards and ever louder
in absence, in presence, samsara, my friend
let me hug you close in the void
let me play alongside
propel myself
expel this red, this burn
scream hymns to moons
whether or not they are full
in the emptiness there is all of this
it dances before my eyes
it longs
stretches
grasps strangely and strongly
for you, friend.
one soul. standing on the shore
a silhouette
undone by the nothingness.