The Terror of Absence

The presence of absence
permeating the silence
turning oppressive
becoming tangible
in the aftermath

of the brief disruption
of its humdrum reign,
by invasive Presence
fun and frolic in tow.

As though it resents
the destabilising

of the peace of Limbo.

It wreaks vengeance
with the torture
of the deafening sound
of Silence.

outside the box

Inertia of thought
like death that breathes
conflict free
peaceful
uneventful

This life in death
death in life
is it worth it?

Better to have thought
and struggled to create
and suffered
and died

than flow along
without thought.

The Moment

The Moment of release
From Time

A moment in a millennium?

Released by a strain
that rings a bell
in some far-flung zone of consciousness
Or by the cool breeze
flowing gentle and silent into the balcony
brushing my cheek
in the late hours of the insomniac night
to the accompaniment of the stirring day

The Moment
Suspended in time

of release from the known and comprehended
poised in a bizarre ambiance of freedom
confronting truth measureless

A flash of recognition
like a bolt of lightening

And then it’s gone.

The aftermath of the glimpse- - -

Where is THE word?