Aby S. and I

at times
I linger too long
I run
until i’ve lost myself
swing my fist against the walls
hit until they crack
black edgy rivers
flowing up and down
the messed up blockade

fall into them
while the whispers escape
the ripped open surface
compelling with a song
so dark but so well-known

how it hums
how we yearn
maybe just a look
into one of the black flows
couldn’t it carry us away?

with a heavy swirl
it stirs deep inside us
we hunger for it
are famished for the taste
do we never take the leap
anchored to hope
we wait at the borders
observe the walls still standing
then rely on odd familiarity
to lure us back to life