Spilling Just watching Without looking away Without assigning meaning Cupping it with both hands Spilling through my fingers A voice that leaves nothing behind A color I cannot hold onto I can’t bear it Raging, churning Unable to calm it down Gazing into a future that isn’t there Stagnating Coming to an end Connecting Losing Nowhere to go Just here I raised both hands A path with only an end At least until it fades I want to stay near this light Watching without meaning Eyes wide open Not having taken Not having been taken Neither given nor giving Just heading toward it I can’t stop—that’s all Leaving nothing—leaving nothing Just here—that’s all
