shine

now was i where was heard
the reverberation of water
falling into the next round…
canto XVI inferno

file down
through shadows,
scroll down
to a memory of
burning clouds,
a torus of
self-induced
contempt.

stars burn out
and fall to
nothing.
this is the place,
the chasm
of their falling,
open ground,
well-fed,
black with souls
fallen,
swollen and gorged
on those who
gave themselves
willingly
to die.

i watch
but i don’t touch,
this is not my place,
i don’t belong here.
death falls from me
like a night sweat,
underneath,
untouched,
i SHINE.

2001

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