testing, testing, 1-2-3



The revelation can't be imposed

or spoken in code



Time and events don't just go away



All crashes back

upon us out here

awake in the waves,



waiting,



wound, wrapped up,

cloaked

in flameout attitudes



of pregnant

dismay.



On a pay phone

now with the ghosts

all fighting, falling,

screaming,

dying all around

me,



again and again,



I'm aware of your panic.



There's blood in everyone's eyes.



I'm stranded, agape,

with more to tell



but no more to say