rub these painted dreams
essence casting forth into 
souldark stars 
the chill of open space 
i float [we all float]
i carry the burdens of 
flesh to the realm spirit
the talk to those babbles

i dream the nights &
i dream the days &
i have no bearings to
hold myself moored 
free, but not liberated 
i reach out to anything 
there is 
nothing 
nothing
 
nothing
to hold back the tide
inside 
the froth and foam 
bubbling acid etching 
my self of self 
and the tears, so base 
cutting the wind 
blades of ice

i wait here, 
in this mad place

and i wait in vain

© Michael Raven