Digging Deep

i.
Sunrise.
Though muffled by the clouds
of sound crackling
over my head, I feel it:
a sort of light, seeping
through the soil. Hazed
rays like roots,
roots of light b r e a k i n g
through, entwining
my toes with
earth.

My breath makes mists
of momentary suspension,
caught in the net of air.


ii.
And every moment is like waking
to skies of fly-
specked grey and
eyes
opening – (breaking
from my dreams
that are badreams
of circles
closing
around my chest,
snapping sinews and
scattering ash –

I always
turn out to be
hollowhearted).

My bones permeate sight
unflinchingly. Matchstick limbs
akimbo, saluting my
(stifled)
free-
fall.


iii.
I reach back
into darkness, endlessly -
my mind racing, trailing,
scouring
the star-eaten sky
for secrets, traces
of the truth that peel
away
as time transcends itself.

It rains,
but the water’s rotten, full
of moth-eaten holes, hazy
with the sound of
/dis-connection.


iv.
There is a weight fixed
between my heartbones –
the wait is silence.
How is the air so thick,
so full,
of emptiness?
Time is incomplete,
I am un-
finished.

I’m digging deep,
but all words
and meaning
are slipping
away
and

only the light
is listening:

* * *

Consider this a sister piece to Flipside - Beneath the Sky, a much older poem of mine. Inspired by Toni Morrison's 'Beloved' (epic book, insane film - go read/watch it now!) and the song 'Digging Deep' by Jakalope.

By the way, Blogger will not let me use the correct formatting for this. To see the poem written as it should be (well, almost), please see it on my dA page.