DENIZENS AND ME

I have seen denizens
of the outer world
feeding on spaces
of its cosmic birth
inebrieted with a whirl upon whirl
holding sense of its presence
beyond the senses if humans could perceive
yet, invisible to our stony eyes

I have seen the marks
of your steps
in my dreams
treading reality with rounded perfection;
accrue me nothing
in comparision with your deluge
that drunk me darkeness
in ever deepening spaces

I have a little life
left on this earth, otherwise
my inertia is so vibrant
of my own doing, and
is not so inert
as it seems it is perceived
And can pen my surety
that I do with denizens and me