What darkness shattered
And left razor shards scattered
That cut the thread that held me so?
What darkness separates
planets from stars and arbitrates
between the cosmic and those below?
Darkness is more than empty space
As it lies between a stranger’s face
and me as I come and go.
Without my thread, stays fall
And shutters flap. I see through all
these empty places—
darkness—where dark clouds hang. Within
each cloud there’s something written
in common script with lines and spaces.
If I get there through the night,
With even a small and borrowed light,
Past the scribners with no faces
Through the echos from lost places
I suspect I’ll find an ancient script
Whose cipher was from my memory ripped
A hundred years ago.
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