I’ve felt the soft surface of temporal fabric,
watched the world begin to fold
small then
smaller &
smaller…
seen
organic origami elide
into water,
rearing over what remained of
what was no longer me.
After
electrical screams;
nameless incandescence
& sound waves of colour,
cold feathers began folding down,
down,
down.
Inside
nothing remained but space & light,
a deep divide
between body & mind,
a
quick flicker of panic
as all thought plunged into ice…
then it didn’t matter whether
I lived or died,
what I
try to write
or if I
write
nothing
at all.
Words for Ghosts 