words

outside
i can feel the world
pulse with rhythm
as cars float like cells
down the vascular stretch
and the verse breathes,
expands and contracts
in the infinite beauty
against that terror
held in hydrogen arms
that seem to suffocate
with love and fear
indifferent.

even as i drown
in the mess of myself
i am anchored to the light,
the origin,
desperate for the reconnect
to recollect
that which has gone missing
from my heart.

as i watch the stars
and consider their reach
i am struck
by the recursive loop
to those points of light
that are in me
and i am rendered speechless
by this ultimate of all reckonings.

-S.C. Martinez