I’ll turn into autumn leave
blown away by the cold wind
out of sight
where I can decay & die
an unwanted memory
feeding your green shoots
I’m forever speaking
Leaving clues like breadcrumbs
Praying to the nonexistent god
That someone will see
and then find me.
I am illusion, breaking into ad infinitum, splintering across the night sky. Ever shining, ever unreachable.
The bang echoed loudly in the nothingness.
God was dead.
Spiralling into a hundred billion galaxies.
All whispering, God must die so that we might live.
In the exhale I feel the stretch the tear, hear the gun shot snap crack of my ribs as I let go of my heart.
Gold, silver and bronze the cords of an unexpected bond.
Gentle triple layered threads resting next to each other.
Woven into the the fabric of life it can never be untangled.
I could see it in your eyes, the realisation dropping into your awareness. Shattering your heart like a crystal vase hitting the floor.