Treacherous setting,
cynical of life, of wonder- censoring through and through the distance- like a piece of a part twist- compared of magic, of teardrops falling & falling out- within and without, without reach of life-
so apart from us,
like another sentence-
twist through and through-
the shady bird, a raven-
so dark, so there, so not there
-In that time of moments-
like moments of time creeping out like a shadowy tear,
glass breaking & breaking in the dark of silence
like an awakening-
An opening, back-to-back, shutting back like a cold, stone wall- through the next destiny- inside and out,
of tear-falling journey, and of life- in this life, censoring the quest in the dark of nothing,
so everything-
like a wandering discoverer out West
like this walking- walking through the distance-
what is this footstep that I’m hearing?
could be just nothing,
could be anything,
or could it be something else? like a wilderness creature in the dark-
so filled apart from us-
is more like outside of us-
like a dirty street in the dark-
like hundreds of millions of things creeping out in the dark-
like a mystery distance-
a glimpse of air,
through and through,
out there silently- through this game,
like this game –
but it’s not really a game, because you have to create it-and zoning out of your mind-
but everything around this,
so possible, so breakable,
but so not there-
like a distant reality in eternity.

-Leah Keith, 10-16-2013