02-20-06, 4:14pm
it is nowhere
does not exist
immaterial as a moment of morning mist
light dancing
mockingly
through fog

like everything else
it is dying
everywhere
from the moment it begins

stale and brackish
there are no blue baptisms here
every water
from womb to primordial river
steams with death
bitter and black

we are dust
love, an ephemeral sandstorm on the wind
silence, a blade
slipping
across my dry and begging throat