My Hollow Earth

My Hollow Earth
L. Edgar Otto 25 March, 2012

I cannot cling to your filled vacuum, beckoning
emptiness the cut so deep and absolute
You toying with shallow scars and zebra stripes
hiding behind the shadows and stave's of light
Dancing to your own song, singing to the
endless sea, out of steam and wind and icebergs
Your love halfway, sharp superficial fog far from veins

I thought I was the wind that wove your seaweed hair
the world to see your glory, but your secrets mine of vair
Now I just am pushed, a spray, a raindrop, winds indifferent
while you drift on waves out of sight, standing into danger
Rather our signals at a steady distance our sun and moon
floating in the hollowness as you look inward at the stars
Like our slowly sinking ship, abandoned by gnawing rats

If our act in the play, page in a book, a scribbled note
coming to the same beach, finds home again, to spawn, die
Lost to controls and boundaries we feel free so wide the sea
take down the sails in storms, float in circles on the currents
There, our long half conscious coma each night pull plugs
or set the bolts of lightning in the dewy salt so you sink to sleep
The gods will not hear of it if we cannot hear them, our echos

How long you hid in the doldrums, eternity half your life that
the silence long after strikes speak at once, violent thunders

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