Shall Be Made Known

Rested slept empty gone
from perspective
a reflection at best
that you be there

imagined

& a truckload of nothing-comes-easy
bent into the shape of a burnt spoon
stirring the kool-aid

The lopsided moon repeating itself
to the attendant drift & glitter of those
more distant stars

burning out one by one

& meanwhile
Charon’s skiff cuts
smoothly across the
dark water
toward you like
a caress