The Lotus, or, Staring at the Sky and feeling unaccountably sad

i guess its just circles and i really need to start expecting it.
wasn't ever a click or a spark
or any sort of a connection
-e

Nothing will be lost in the end. Stand in the light
and you can see the burning and the bright
lost and wandering souls
floating and extinct still
calling
falling recrudescent

From before the overnight
before the stars crescent
before the getting scared now
before the mad rush delirium of bars

On street corners. Roll down window look right.
Answer the phone.

Hear that stray thought leave

brush against your shirt sleeve?
In the gloaming of a disc-changer's violet jewelight
In volatile sidelong glances that give it all away
In the bone, the fork, the tools, the rules
There is that insensate sensation that everything is
rotating
9
0
d
e
g
r
ees

Like gravity newborn and setting the rudiments
of my hope all out in a battling row.
Don't recognize me? Go slow

So kick me in the stomach

Grey heartsblood
Make me ache, like only you can
And angel touch
the quake
the rebel urgency divide
With an underspark of the divine explosion.

Where in the beginning

The world is a sea of stories
and united in the flood we
Lose nothing.
Tell me your sadness under the sheets

With a flashlight to chase away our silhouettes

Until only we are left

right in the light we greet

unto the end unfolding, where nothing is lost.

Nothing lost now.