Hush

[zedidiah]

Through utter silence
desperation.
A small and weak
bit of life,
bit of beating,
breathing insignificance
buried deep beneath a
suffocating,
suffocating stillness.
Rank with symptoms of expiration.
Born from a kind of sophistication.
Beyond admiration,
escaping into an obsession.
An ill at ease captive.
A keeper so
so cynical
seeming so cold.
A two-dimensional halogram
an oasis.
Sort of disintegrating.
Sort of disheartening.
An almost invisible ember
dangerously close
to a time-honored fiber
brittle and dry.
And here we lie
in wait for a terrible flame.