In a dramatic night I walk barefoot at 2 AM from bed to desk to draw and write:
A scream
Is lost in endlessness
Is broken into a thousand pieces
Swirling in immaterial void
Unheard
And yet
Every single atom of its being
Is accepted
With utter dedication
To fully know
With not even a speck
Missed
Beautifully balanced poem, with so much contrast held in perfectly resolved unresolvedness. Lovely!!
Thank you. How lovely to respond like this.