By: Rucker Manley
returning to the abandoned thrones of god
where he reveals his drift; holy transience exposes
the unconquerable scars of earth
where even the monarchal waves of light and sound
kneel at the sheer magnificence of nothing
this is the time machine
the great factory of water
where we are able to answer the most essential question:
what would it mean if we had never arrived,
if there were no bangs and whimpers
to wipe away the sacrosanct experiments of wind and rain?
soon other ghouls come to bear witness;
my commune with nothingness is stolen
and i relent, to offer them the same opportunity
to be crushed
Rucker Manley is a writer living in Los Angeles, California, by way of South Georgia and Boston, Mass. They spend most of their time trapped in headphones or arguing with their cat. Weekends are for writing poetry and making cheese and jam, but every day is ripe for telling stories.