Vunerability
09/03/22 15:27
I find I am lost.
In a liminality of longing.
In your lack of presence;
in your distance.
Where actually are you?
How can I give to absence?
For me, in freefall,
this is one of those nights:
dry, dense, dark,
where reason doesn’t count.
Today, I believe in paradox:
I cling to the insanity that
You are there.
Somewhere.
That there are arms.
Somewhere.
Underneath.
Maybe,
I am not falling
but being born.
In a liminality of longing.
In your lack of presence;
in your distance.
Where actually are you?
How can I give to absence?
For me, in freefall,
this is one of those nights:
dry, dense, dark,
where reason doesn’t count.
Today, I believe in paradox:
I cling to the insanity that
You are there.
Somewhere.
That there are arms.
Somewhere.
Underneath.
Maybe,
I am not falling
but being born.