The Absence of Wavelength

Ascension And Regret (no life do-overs)

Black With Regret

No one asks if you’re dying
when they see the burden lugged
on pale shoulder, trudging forward
with dry eyes locked on a burning hill
barefoot
cooling
calming as day bleeds out --
no fight in loosed jaw. Though,
I see your approach;
pity denied where
love would have been accepted.

Truth of life flushed out,
skin replicated a thousand layers.

Your pockets well serve your hands,
mine tasked to one simple goal:
ascend and lug remnants of this life
to the black light.

To have been brave
to be a friend...
if I'm to have one regret.


5.20.21


I shudder to demonstrate that even in death we bargain for something to appease the dark shadows hovering over us. (like one who could be a friend)

Unrelated: I discover sometimes those who speak out of both sides of their mouth, like I did yesterday. Just something related but unrelated to the inception of this piece.

I feel my punctuation as it related to expression is vastly improved.