There’s darkness.

And colors

Like rainbows

Like orbs

light          

life

Inside of this corpse

But I can’t get it out.

I can’t claim it

My mouth—rusty window clammed shut

broken lock

numb fingers

Live pen

Water flows

Winged water

each molecule has freedom

yet they all bind together

like words in a stanza.

United

They flow.

A stone blocks the path,

The water still flows

a new vessel was found

Colors

Like rainbows like orbs

Light, life

suffocating in the darkness

Numb fingers

Awaken

In the hold of the pen

black ink on paper

is light spilling out?

like the stars on the black canvas

of the night

To write

Is to release one’s own light.

To write

is to be.