Single voice, faint whisper
Echoing in ear, rumbling,
Unmistakable rhythm of nothingness,
Sense, intuition hair raising flags,
Dead weights dropping,
Changing sense of time,
Warped into non-existence,
A lost moment of faith.
Chair in a dark windowless room,
Black walls hide the executioner,
Holding hands, making endless love,
Mistress of death his lover.
Walls encircle, mock, berate
Silent voices rise and fall,
Death music notes join heavy footfalls
Ring in the new future,
An irrecoverable universe,
Forever changed, shattered
Holds its last moment of faith.
The man – no longer a man,
A beggar, a pauper, a shell –
Naked in his nothingness,
Opens his eyes, lids heavy
With the mascara of memories,
Peers out to black nothingness.
Eyes covered with cloth,
Tied tightly together with strands
Of a bejeweled past, it’s glitter
Now covered with a soot filled present;
Holding one singular moment of faith.
Unrecognizable, with tattered memories
Life remembered in single second slivers Sound bites of happiness, despair,
Anger, challenges, betrayal.
Stalks corridors of memories,
Peers around curtains and corners,
Gathering clues, snippets of a present lost,
Squints eyes to see the darkness
Behind the sun filled reality,
Finding an elusive moment of faith.
Final moment of faith,
Tested in a singular stroke,
Clock hands reach finality,
Halt, stop their musical cadence.
Stillness of time, dead clock hands
Hold together everything –
Slivers of past, sound bites of present,
Moments of happiness, love, anger
Pass them into a singular nothingness.
Moment of faith tested,
Executioner moves- reaches
Draws the blade, waits;
Hands steadied in their quest
By his lover – the mistress of death.
Blade cuts through,
Inverts itself into a new real.
The man no longer a being,
Gathers his moment of faith,
Slivers of life, past washed away,
Readies himself, prepares
Starts the clock hands again,
Searches a new universe
A new reality, present
For another moment of faith.