The Myth of Eternal Return

The weather is neither

Here nor there—the moon
Is everywhere—sun’s begun
& gone—stare at absences intact
Or emptiness redacted into fact—

I’m the question you can’t ask—

You’re the answer I’ve out run—
We’re the trouble we exchanged—
We’re the victims we’ll reclaim—
Nothing holds us inside the frame—

Except the echoes we can’t name

Shouted from the peaks we scaled—alone—
Without a reason—to no avail—against
An emptiness we held hostage to the dream
We felled in the forest of our sleep—

Where our brothers & our sisters

Keep the souls we were meant to meet
In the shadow of the night—alone—
Wherein we greet our bones
& burrow home—