Realization

Somewhere, down below
a snare drum is beating out
the silences–
can’t you feel it?
Boom, beat
boom, beat
in time with
the realization
dawning in your eyes–
stronger
each second, half second
quarter
boom, beat
boom, beat
echoing through the sheer
lack of sound
but there’s no pin dropping here
or eyes either, for that matter–
because you’re staring
at me
now
boom, beat
boom, beat

Boom

Answers

Go back to the place
you first sparked.

To the second your soul
bubbled through your skin -
your heart twisting
at a look, a voice that made
wonder
and hope
more than words.

Desecration
now rides the night
with long black claws
but these things are not dead.

This darkness isn’t all that ever was
or even all that’s here.

You are the spark.

You want to fix this?

Ignite.