All day
within blank
withdrawn
nothing but the hard
pillows of my thoughts
dead past
hauled by brittle filaments
of memory
the vast tomorrow
so enormous
it’s still uncertain
whether its obese fingers
can fit in my door
and carry me away
into its dark irresolute
secret
a window is opened
a whiff of essential black fate
I’ll sleep with a key over my chest
as if the heart can open its vault
to love
vis-à-vis
the engine
of the unknown
Beyond Language 