There’s a still space between moments
an amber trap for the unwary and the unwilling
it’s lit with a flickering bulb, too white and bright to bear
and it sings static into the aether
There’s a still space in that forested scent
melting brown on silver and smoke
it’s lit with a flickering torch, wisps rising slow
and it sings static into the aether
There’s a still space behind my eyes
an empty hollow where pain once lay
it’s lit with chemical saturation at the end of a breath
and it sings static into the aether
There’s a still space where later the nausea will come
a fury of bile and vomit and need
it’s lit with dependence and desperation
and it sings static into the aether
There’s a still space on an empty foil
where rivulets of thick sticky brown became mist
it’s lit by the passing of time and listless deed
and it sings static into the aether
Aethereal
