fugitive peaces

i'm not entirely convinced
that names need remembering.
that
once lost
they render spirit irretrievable
mustardyellow, ochre, gilded, she peers through the fraying curtains
into nothing
and this is significant.
this
is where - how - when - holocaust begins
seeping, apartheid steeped in gastide

broken mirrors, immobile, fragmented, but whole
and irreducible
the skin, taut under her twentysomething sunkissed
eyelash, smooth as uninterrupted embryo
or unripe starfruit
untangled, unrepentant,
she watches the light refract in
the wayward running raindrop
clinging to existence through
liminal glass.

when she was killed, they said
amelia, bella, sinead, guinevere
was beautiful
and young
brilliant
(unwise)
fresh
(untouched)
was delicate
elegant
and light.
that susan,
jocelyn, anna, dale
will be missed
won't be forgotten
waits
in the tightest clutches of heaven
for those who remember her.

but she is watching still
watching, still,
exposition dense and unreadable
as the rain breaks loose and sinks into
pungent loam.

feudal

because for some reason this is what came to mind. Why? Goodness. (Expletive or otherwise, take your pick.) If everything is perennially elusive -- including my ability to parse coherently and type appropriately -- then what exactly is there to be gained? Nothing, of course. Therein lies the eternal beauty of the world; it is meaningless, non-moral (as opposed to amoral); there's plenty of room to care as you will where you like of you choose. Your impact is effortless and infinite, unknowable and untraceable, and absolutely essential in its non-essence. You are breathing the souls of the universe, their bodies; you are never touching and never separate; you are absolutely individual and impossible to extricate. You not only can change the world, but are completely incapable of not doing so. Your complacence or combustion sparks, jives, sails. You have been everywhere, everywhen in the universe...and are there, then, now. You know everything you will ever need and absolutely nothing concrete. You are already complete in your profound emptiness. You can breathe out, now. You made it. Shall we?