The Veil

A voice stretched out to me in the darkness. Sound, like light.
Every word a fearful god, defining, destroying itself on my tongue.
Each hole it punched through me filled now with hope.
And all I taste is blood.
Of gravity, the lone heart beat of eternity, bright and silent after the deafening.
A figure from fire grasps at a flower in limitless winter.
Forgotten child. Orphaned in infancy of death, the unerring stroke.
Beautiful invisible sister, beg me believe, not in her but for her.
She wanders the halls of me like misplaced destiny.
I fall fast forgetting awake. A dream, a familiar taste.
Metal and purpose and mystery.