Reverse (Anger)

It cannot be the same

She waits in the one

While the otter moves in the hole

In the floor, in the wall

In a not him self

Between them

Stands empty

Holding out his hands

To bolt now screaming

And the shouting grows and grows

Louder and louder

Spaces out the same

Open silence

The ant watches only

Edge of it as

If she were

Not to be pulled in

A hand could stop him

He is angry, his face grows

As his moon rose

A blacklight darkening ness

If life were black

It is black, it is an open hole of horror

Of nothing as is

And if no one knows

There is nothing