thumping beats, reverberating ground
a ritualized welcome or
a dreadful threat to
the entrants
strangers and substances
a perfect match for forgotten
nights and regrettable
fights
the empty spaces of life
those gaps
in the
space between
the lived and the unlivable
between the vocalized
and the omitted
water surges from
within to fill those
that make us
ache with the rhythm
of that fateful beat,
that make us
rage with the hot fury
of those substances’ burn
I reach out for the spaces
yet they reach away
an infinite chase, head
after tail
a still, pristine lake above
a single drop triggers
the climax below
These gaps exist to be reached
Yes, we live for reaching
but oh! the trials
the tribulations to
traverse all that’s left is to
hope and
reach
beyond the reachable