an empty page s t r e t c h i n g in front

of him means he’s beating out answers from

a fear

 

that ravages him. say

soon, the pages will become

the portraits of discoveries

& wounds—

 

the spaces between

the star lights that pervade

the darkness he swims in. he's 

in a dark place like a secret—a

bleeding thing in a field of agaves

 

he calls home. watch

him bang the walls of these pages

as if what is to be worshipped should

be heard. each line engraved, meaning

an escape from these realities—the

 

unbottling of the body out of a dark

night. watch him spill &

drown in the nearby cathedral's 

symphony, as the pages become

 

him. in a soliloquy, he calls

upon himself, as if lost &

a gust of wind peels the pages open