There is the space

And there is the void

And there is the watcher

Silent over her charges of night

Protecting the channels

Into void and stillness

Into subconscious leaps

Of monsters and allies

Of yesterday and now

I look up and you are shifted

again, a border

Arises and dissolves on the

Edge of my sight

I ask and I wait

I used to ask and create

And perhaps that is still true

Yet from a place further back

Or maybe further out

The old way used to scream

And cry for attention

The dramatic and theatrical

(do not be distracted by the peaceful and wrathful deities)

I die into the quiet

Medium of now

Discipline at my back

To stay unraveled and not knowing

To not grasp the pieces and braid them together

The guardian she watches me still.