In the socket of a one-eyed skull, I
face the inner wall and weep, for water
is my only memory. Inside the lake
of fire gathering close behind me
and eclipsing the socket with red light,
is gomorrah’s flame- hissing and lisping
threats of salt and silence. In front of me
is my shadow, the half-echo of god’s
image- my eyeless contemporary
who’s always leaned into the other side.
I still face the wall and weep, for memory
is my water. Idle from the red light
……………glowing in this one-eyed skull, I only
………….. lean into the thick darkness where god is

– Kegan Swyers