11th September 2001

In mine nine seconds of eternity
I hold no hatred,
but fly light,
with no secrets in my suitcase.

I stand in space,
arms spread out, fists clenched,
a representative
of humanity
sent to church to bow heads
and be solemn.

In free fall,
tenderness sticks her anxious fingers in
and massages my sweaty clitoris
into a becoming euphoria.

Furious eternity
swallowed like a sword
in a cloud of choked fire.

A moth watches the leaves go skeletal in the blaze.
A sandcastle in an hourglass.
I was in the capsule that crashed.
I suffered beneath decommissioned debris.
I take the blame for it all.

Time will place perspective into the splash of color
on the sidewalk as I see — saw it
smash slowly, swiftly
wrapping round my red vision.

This piece of paper
folded, creased, crushed


     ~ darren