(! ! ! !) Specter Poem by Alice Cuenca

Nothingness
filled the air-
no rippling of water
where the shadows fall.

As darkness grows
narrowing
the prairie,
the sound descends
to the crevices
of the earth-
A growing silence

All-knowing earthlings
deny the intricacy
of the spirits,
A deep spring
exceeding death

Slowly the waning moon
merges with
the early sun


Sufferers levitate
from the deep
forgetting dreams.

My sleep is shallow.
Father has risen
but to die again
on the cross

tears penetrating
the transitory
darkness...

coming still