Interstices

White Suns of Nowhere—

Voices are raining down on me, melting me, dropping me
into an underground maze of tunnels
where i can see nothing but phosphenes
a dance of light patterns within my eyes

You shouldn't rub your eyes too hard, you say
especially when it's perfectly sunny outside

As I rub your eyes I speedlight you to my darkest core
and you gape at me in total disbelief
Soon we explore veins and arteries
and lose consciousness in a sea of voices

I lose you at the dead end of a tunnel
without giving you the chance to see the light of day again

Tonight time is unmoored
& I drift to unknown shores infinitely as if no second had ever elapsed
Echoes of foreign voices beam through me and dance
with ungraspable light motes
but you are even more elusive than them
I sometimes think the lake i'm crossing is your own rippling skin
but am startled at this cool surface—

Tomorrow the sun will be stranded on the shore with me
and we'll be just as surprised to be born again
and just as forgetful of each endless night
My motionless body will rouse with the first stroke of wind
or maybe with your own breathstroke—

Each night I try to snare you but you wind away
in skeins of ungraspable rivers
or restless wordpulses—

White suns shatter the silence and open the doors to nowhere—