If you were star- Dust dusting Space-stuff And your light- Ways and dark- Things wished Wistfully into the distance Listening to each Always and Ever, Whether it's nether- Sleep or forever- Leaving their weeping- Feelings and waning- Unconscious consciences it says, vicariously, "My light-ways and dark-things take care of me;"
I love the use of the dash in here. It lends a sense of connected disconnection, fragmentation and continuation of ideas. Your writing is truly evolving and its amazing to witness. The shape of the work, disjointed, really shows this unstatic, uncertain sense of self that I can relate to. How do we connect our light and our dark? How do we not fear ourselves and our own capacity for both bad and good?
The final lines just chill me:
"it says,
vicariously,
"My light-ways and dark-things take care of me;"
[are scared of me.]"
The duality within us is both troubling and comforting at times.
This is so rich and experimental, truly thought-provoking. Another great work, love.