Orbits

i

And so we are,
at this cave.

A humble
residence.

*cough*

If you squint
hard enough,
you can see
that rock –

the only
visible possession
in this hungry
emptiness,

this pitiable
speck of black
against a greying
background.

This rebellious
piece of matter
that seems to be
the centre
of some tiny galaxy,

made up
of the blackest sun
in existence
and seven planets
orbiting around
minute collapsed-in holes.

ii

This grey wall looks
like a blank canvas,
doesn’t it?

But when you
run your fingers
across this wall;

this supposed blankness

brings all sorts
of raised surfaces
to attention,

rising and swelling
under blinded ridges.

Invisible
waves and bumps
that dot the concrete,

which even I
can’t catch
a glimpse of
from the outside.

It’s where all
that ferocity
is pushed under
and left to fester.

iii

The pungency
that pools in
harmless
daydreams.

A mere trickle
of a thought,

that births
the blossom
of impassioned
fortresses
overnight.

Who knows
what underpinnings
work the best – ?

Decades of the
ego’s whimsies
or inversions
in stubbornness,
laughing specters
and contortionists
of surreptitious
footprints?

According to
my observations,
the greatest test
for these substructures
always come
as a deceptively fine day
presents its best face,
all simpers and grey lace

as if to see

how simple it is
for someone
with a vaguely
recognizable visage
to walk past us

iv

and –
in that instant,
to rip all
carefully

arranged
origami
into useless shreds

© Zelda Reville

 

 

 

 

 

 

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