Slight Allowance of Silence

midnight accepts my presence
i have a plan
and belong here
away in a mirrorless cabinet
until someone imagines my purpose
births and raises me
as if i were their poem
a collection of metaphors
and something implied
a holy text for the blind
patient and self described
but not tonight
because i am what cannot be said
in literal language
and i'm not alone
i'm only a momentary stream of light
from a far away star
among others who set the night ablaze
because it is in meditation and closed eyes
that we become self-appointed gods
willing the structures of language to bend
in imagination
letting go of what confines words
and defines our hesitation
we exist as new meaning
free of any sen—tence
or pre—tense
existing in all forms:
past, present and future tense
all now
finally fit to ex—ist
and be not—iced