Xpanding negative-space

Xpanding negative-space

...from the eye
of a howling-pen,

language-weeps
language-weeps
after-words language-weeps
from the wounds that reason makes;

seeps from the wound of omission,
seeps from some super-scary-SaṃsKāra,
the wound of tunneling-fear,
seeps from some gimme-gimballed duality,
the wound that is a mirror

there where they're trembling from the loss of blood,
from their lessons on the alter,  stoned
in the wailing rhythm of suffering,
...
innocent victims like you and me,
lost between infinite-Love and "I'm not worthy",

there where the stretchered edges in longings go,
where we all strive to Love, yet stray only to affection,
and falter lessor still, there where we whimper in the clinging,
instead of weeping for the longing Dream, bursting at the seams...
                                              where the mirror is cracked, where the bubble-breaks,
there
where its dark and deep...

it's the plight of the unbelonging to be longing to belong,
bent before their vulnerability, they're overwhelmed
and underunderstood, as a fierce-grace burns conflicted,
their wounds are open-wide, to let the light inside ...