Wounds of Empty Time

emptiness suffocates
  erased spirit
within sadistic walls
  where
  it makes
no difference anyway
  it makes
no difference anywhere
  it takes no
distance anywhere
  to no
  where 

  where a full moon’s
 primal light
 floods the mind  
with searing rain
with drops of helplessness
with helpless moments
  of immutable pain

  where rain fills
a private void
 where
a lost seeker
 stumbles in fog
contemplates savage loss
 of light
 in time’s bog
 in time’s wounds

crushed by
 cold rain
  wounded light
cold light
  wounded rain
cold night
  wounded souls

-NJV (1982/1983--rev. 2022/2024)