Unreal
It’s so dark and dry under the tree, the leaves are filling a doorway. Emptiness takes me there, a few more steps, Any further, the whisper breaks into alphabet. How deep it goes, this soul, shadows moving between two pillars, Restless, am I restless? face to face with blankness, The silence reaches height and then unable to bear it. The noise is back in a murky robe probe the minute holes in my heart. A dream as old as sleep waits, the end comes and goes into the wilderness.
