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Tomino’s Hell on earth

the air raid sirens 

i ran for cover 

& i told You 

I’ll see you after work –

Your smile a mimicry of the glistening diamond 

hanging on a chain around your neck.

shadows pooled in the hollow

of Your cheeks

blood flooding into bottomless pupils 

& You drink the poisoned rain like water  

blinded by the screams of Your parched throat 

begging for nourishment.

You watched me & Your tongue 

caressed the inner edge of the blade

a fallen angel blinded by blood like droplets of rain –

one arm outstretched and the other

hollow like Your eyes 

You came to search for me 

Your mind clinging to this hope as

Your barely living body wandered 

through the burning buildings and the corpses littered across the streets

ーa mass grave 

You stopped across from me

and Your hollowed out eyes met my gaze while

i cried tears of blood, 

sorrow paralysing me behind the corrugated iron door

and then the world behind You lit up as if the sun was rising 

with a backdrop of warm orange

when the flames enveloped You, You grew wings of fire

like that of a burning angel, falling into hell

and around Your neck hung a diamond 

rendered to ash by the scorching fire

The sand and our disturbances

The sand and our disturbances 

Tracing the soft, almost tender ridges in the sand 

They beg me to wonder…

Somewhere at the beginning of time 

Was the sand ever still?

Still without ridges

Without the susurrations of wind 

Unsettling it  

Without the human weight 

Moulding it into soft crests 

Before it shifted with time and displacement 

Was it ever unmoving, 

The closest experience we can ever get to a standstill 

When time doesn’t seem to pass? 

A time 

Where I can watch with my eye upturned 

To an unwavering sun

On an unwavering country 

In an unwavering world 

An omnipresent assurance 

That in a time before human sin,

Before human tarnish 

We would remain just like that

Not perfect

But still 

Not silent 

But at a point of tranquility 

A time 

Will we intertwine our visions

Like the fading autumn leaves,

When gone…when dead

Is the beauty of nature

A time

Will we wander?

But lost means nothing without the distillation of time…

A time

Will we matter?

But to matter…

…To matter is to be the first to bring life to the sand. 

Will you point out the way that I have to force the air out

Swift and hard,

Just to make a dent? 

Will you ridicule the way 

I crouch there at the edge

Desperate to stir the sand

As you manipulate it into eddies

That I blink away

only to be blinded by them again?

Will you laugh at me 

Like all my effort is a joke?

The sand 

And your disturbances.

Tempus, Temporis

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Line after line,

The hands trace the protected,

glass smooth,

glass distant,

face

with a ghostlike murmuring of

a

touch.

You cannot see the ginger ripples that it etches

into

the

surface…

You cannot see the tentative movements laid

bare in each omnipresent tick…

But you can feel how the light changes,

The steady, familiar outreach of

Light…dark

Light…dark

Matching the rhythms beating beneath those hands.

Its constancy, a clever guise

for something that can bound so easily beyond the reach

of your

outstretched

hands.

For something that brushes by-

Even in the sunken depths

of

your

dreams

Overhual

A crack,

A tiny,

Tiny

Crack.

Insignificant

To anyone

But

You.

You aren’t supposed to break,

The wat

Diamonds

Aren’t meant

To break.

The way we are told

Warriors

Aren’t meant

To break.

You pull yourself apart

You tear through every fibre

To find

To search

To fix

That crack

Of imperfection.

So you’ll again

Be

Perfection.

But you find a crack everywhere

You

Look

Everywhere

You

Cower

Everywhere

You

Hide.

Cracks

You

Hide

From.

Because

Diamonds aren’t meant to break

Are they?