words

what happened here–
power lines drift, drift,
mark yardage in the ocean
where no one can see.

the world has ceased to turn
and all things are
as they are,
as they’ve always been.
so far out to touch,
bordering on abstract,
we drift, drift
out into the ocean.

things crawl out of the night,
through the fabric of thought
like portals to some other place,
tearing as they go
the world from out our hands
and out our hearts.

they come in dreams and fail,
gone before the light of day
and who owns the secret
calls to witness only himself
to stand in judgment
of all the earth,
no greater entity having cause
to exist among such frail
and ignorant things.

-S.C. Martinez