November

Cauterized incision still hot to the touch,
Stitched together scar tissue,
This is too much.
Too much to take issue
With. Hiding the void within.
Still waters lapping,
How now to begin?
Earth Bound.
Arms bound,
Loosely. Flapping, Flapping.

“Thank you”,
“Yes”,
“So kind”,
Deep breath. An etherized mind,
Lost beneath a Prussian sky,
In a dessert flat and dry
Night encroaches from behind,
“Thank you”, “Yes”, “So kind”

Under a cold translucent moon,
Down from the empty dunes,
Down to a rock strewn shore,
Wild sea, breaking. Breaking,
Against the rocks the foam crashes,
Distant lightning flashes,
Cold ashes,
Raking,
Looking for signs in the glow-dark embers,

Falling into November.