shadowed moonlight visions I heard
the familiar downpour
always a hollow, almost terrified
morphed for a thousand and one years of suppression
between rock and the softness
of one set free in an unknown yet shackled way.
i heard but never found the leaking source in time
to perhaps embrace in the way sadness marries hopelessness
giving birth to a single way
forward that at times
promises a thing like
i was lost most times-
the vision and the slippery slopes.
It is now, somewhere between
a past unfinished and a new moon
that I saw the many men crouched, as though in
their cries as a melody of shattered mirrors grappling for a reflection
a conclusion of self, a climax of revelations
laid waste but sprouting still
And then the gong-
And then the silence.
mirror became steel again
and all stood upright in a fortitifude that embroidered