what we hear in silence

at once, i exited to a cave of dark silence 

deep within, there is a vast but finite abyss 

the rim of which an expanse cannot contain 

and down it goes, to a certain, familiar end. 

have we all not yet itself seen? 

and, there i left myself, to wait 

a silent scream in the darkest space. 

on about my life i went 

somewhat less, an absent gaze 

a missing beat, a thought too late 

with years gone by, and forgotten days 

i heard it here, i heard it faint 

a scream echoed back across the space 

awoken piece and part and grave 

i hear what now i hid away. 

but the voice i hear is not my own 

what was left came out, a solemn word 

remember, reverberate, discern 

a bond is true, it never breaks 

it take the grind, the stretch, the shake 

the boil and burn, the smoke and fire 

i hear you now, no wonder does 

it's we who break and snap and churn 

is we we who feel all that conspires 

to topple down our tallest smiles. 

working with giants, through toil and pain 

shadows cast by flame of fire, against trees of magnitude 

the heights we cast ourselves toward and to which we see ourselves cast 

but in honesty and sorrow we can see each other, ourselves, at last.

before being

And these things that were first, unlike thirst
Before emptiness and the abyss

The prior
Long since
And past

When all caused things
Once uncaused
Were such

Before motion was set in
Before motion inset
Before the setting into motion

Of things, so long before
Not in the beginning
But before

The beginning of beginnings
When beginning became
What was formless was such

To have no shape and be shapeless
To not have quality
To be unbeing

The idea then took form
Do you know how energy can…
To go from unbeing to being?

The formless to having form
Takes from beyond
If only to become a fraction of what is