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A Forest’s Son

Allways

Waiting

Breathless here, now.

Then too

Past reaching out

Fingers outstretched

 

This Möbius strip coiling within

Ouroboros

Back into my past

Coming back faster than reason

Breaking through the surface

 

Waiting for someone

Bark breaks and bows bend

Trees part as I pass

Eyes scan wooded horizon

Slivers of distance

A million splintered dreams

 

Give to me now

She who waits

Rushing back

Faster than fate

Distance crushed in an instant

 

The forest cradles her

As I cradle her

The smell of green fills the air

Life returns

I breath again

Gods of the Forest

The woods give to me

Bow branches low

Eager to cradle

I am thrill and hush

What wild has allways meant

Fang and fur

And fiery eyes

Eager rushing hushing run

Seeking the next rend

Brilliant crimson flow

Faintest splash nearby

Leap from the riverbed

I am joined by Her

Head low and stealth

Quiet as death

She moves to lead

And I follow soundlessly

Together we will satiate

That which allways hungers

Coda

Sun leans over top

Squinting down at me

Why up so early?

The hubbub of the office drones

Hurriedly driving to work

Behind me now

Library closed

But for half an hour more

I’ll wait

Patiently

Patience is a virtue

Is a cliché

Tap tip tap

Spell out my experience

Poetic wordistry

But simple scene

Leaves me worrying

This is all quite drab

But interspersed here

Brief words interchanged

‘Tween me

And my fated love

This makes it all

Worth the wait

Fate

The universe churns

Chaos incarnate

Swirling shift-thickening cosmos

Yet here two souls

Two lone broken things

Are pushed together

Found amongst the billions of others

And they dance

Their essence swirling in time

In sync strangely

They scarcely believe it

How could it be?

Yet

Again and again

The universe tells them

“This must be.”

And so they dance

Onward

Together

Thematic Schematic

Home as horror

Bones to wood

Flesh to paint

Muscle to drywall

A living thing

And we

Parasitic vermin

What then

If this body

Developed cancer

Hallways to nowhere

Living rooms extending forever

A kitchen in a kitchenette in a shower

Expanding confounding extrapolating heuristic terror

Quotidian walls warped beyond reason beyond meaning becoming meaning

Home as horror

The Culling

The screen buzzes softly

Electromagnetic hum

As a family they sit

Circled ’round and holding breath

“Citizen 9721366

You have been chosen”

Announcer’s microphone whines

The father’s face falls

Recognition dawning

He looks to his son

“Jacob… I…”

The boy looks up

Worry stitching his brow

“Dad?

Isn’t that my number?”

The family embraces and weeps

As the screen returns to fuzz

A dome of light

Encircling grief

The Darkness Swells

I awaken with a start

Head thrashing back and forth

Scanning those shelves

Nothing stirs

The phantom banging

Still ringing in my ears

I gently lift the thin book

Resting on my chest

Setting it aside

I sit, forward leaning

Listening

Expectant

The silence pregnant

Then it comes again

A loud thud

Shaking my chair

Across the room

Upon a wooden table

Sits another volume

This one thick

Leather bound

And embossed

“The Darkness Swells”

The book shakes with the next bang

Almost lifting from the table

Instead

The cover falls open

A hand

Black and inky

Claws from the page

Grasping the table

It drags itself

Slow and deliberate

From the table

Falling upon the floor with yet another bang

It claws and scratches closer

Closer

My whole body trapped

Nightmare torpidity dragging me down

The hand grasps my ankle, crushing bone

I awaken with a start