Eternal. Poem by Alison Rosalie

one look: light struggles
to stretch past perforated demon shield - the sooty smokescreen
over which the heavens are hidden; the stationary stars
steer us like lazily illuminated lighthouses and

we roll blindly,
folding over and overfolding madly like wild, windswept sea
under the cramping of gravity, bouncing from beacon to beacon,
as if blinded by the nitelights striving to guide us.

we thrash together
dumbfounded and disillusioned by the millions of tiny signs
sighing in each of our ears – like ravenous castaways we feast on
the first fish we find, swallowing whole the eyeballs and bones.

waiting to be skysuffocated,
awaiting the softshouting incarnate infinite knowledge
to speak through hissing, hazy beckonings, we fabricate
our own dead truths and name it “faith”, blame it on fate –

well i reckon
we’re doomed to lose our loose footing as the world
crumbles beneath our bloodshedboots, tumbling
in millions of chaotic chunks that mock the sickly starshine.