Deep in the gutted
Belly of a chest,
Dust settles on nameless
Treasures. Toy ships lost
On bellowing, black
Waters churning along
Through nighttime fantasies.
A brother’s bottled
Scream, of joy,
Of sorrow, and fear.
The velvet caress
Of a lover’s first kiss
And second and third
And final.
Deep in the beating
Time-keeper, where the flakes
Of old days collect and linger,
My breath sighs
And sigh again.
He Who Wanders 