Chasm

Chasm

Yes it's getting bad
but what can I do
when all I have are answers
to questions you won't ask
since you don't even see them
as questions worth breath.

You've managed of late
to unclench your heart
& oh - doesn't that feel good,
sleep & balm together
presided over by
a dull tooth of a star
with no intention of cutting
the night sky open.

I must be leaving out
something crucial - that must be it -
otherwise you'd understand
I don't elect to tell you this
for frivolous nothing.

I need a new line - the kind of line I hate -
one traveling comatose merely
to get to the other side.