In Light

I’m not sure where I am
Concrete mountains
Fountains fall like time
I’m behind something’s
Meaningful inside to
Sleep as its night to find





The one perfectly wrote
that nods the head to
Been there, but then what
if it doesn’t get around
to looking at the mirror
and not seeing that to do

But talk to erased paper
to worlds not needing
another conversion of a
some other attempted
way to say what won’t even
come out on blank pages

Patiently, but not as so long
as skipped, as if,
a bridge
It is, cautiously stepped
Bent on what’s ahead from
one, that would have been