To/from Lauren K. Cannon "Navate"

lost the power
of feeling one,
flying fish coming
to your hands
just sitting on the water,
pearl or diamond arising
from a silent heart
that merges with
the forgotten chords of creation
Ill, old, tired...
all the dragoons of death
like flying fish around

in darkness staring at
the threatening shadows
of madness, death,
the infinite sadness
of a devouring solitude,
the dungeons of your own mind
abducting the remaining air
from you

Lauren K. Cannon "Navate"