i hear Her voice in the twilight of the evening...
i hear His voice in the twilight of false dawn;
but i hear Your voice all the time.

louder under no moon
when the twinkling of the stars
emphasizes the blackness of the void
loudest while in meditation of
the infinite possibilities within interstitial space

for i am Yours
at the beginning
Firstborn of the Void
Organized Chaos

at the end
Lastborn by They
given thought by the Father
given form by the Mother

but my joy comes from the Void
to be shared with those deemed worthy

(my life comes from the Void)

for then
for now
for ever

he said, come away with me
and i ran in the opposite direction
no discretion
wind in my face, slowing me down
until i stopped and looked around
questioned my knee-jerk response


i'll never stop running
until someone catches up to me
or until i run into someone

stumble and fall

he said, come away with me
and i stopped to listen
but he offered a noose and i value my neck
hasten, hasten
so i did what i was good at

i ran.