My silence is a Gothic church
where I douse the night
after nirvana.
Hemlock
reverberates
the foot-steps of fire
and water.
Before standing
on the cliff of the azure morning
I threw
my garments of light away.
editors note:
Naked time on the morning after Nirvana. – mh
Comments 1
Hold fast your silence. You may not find your nirvana in the gothic church and with light.