OBLITERATION

In silence – the voiceless voice
from the black womb
where nothing but sparkles glitter.

Blankness of the body and mind
movement immovable, time frozen.

Thoughts unable to be thought
sentences seen – meaningless
words read – incomprehensible.

Embraced by the hand that feeds
and liberates
the play in her mysterious sandbox
is as magical as this, here, now.

Buliding sandcastles in her name
until she takes the form of wind
and obliterates them into oblivion.

And I realize -
there's nothing to be built. At all.