At Last... Poem by GRANT FRASER

Chasing the evaporation!
meaning that refuses to
be held firm like a lover,

Because of what or not;
simply not out of your mouth,
at the height given time,

It is not discussed or fussed,
but entered through,
like old mouths, partly spoken,

Cuts diverge,
not your blood
going that way....

But congealed
within, and quietly devastated,

You fill the cry pool
over many many years,

A place to drown inside;
made out of anything!

With scant chance of relearning,
you were built here, alone,

Although this is the right kind
of place, you might want to die!

Yes this is the only space
that welcomes you somehow,

Dark, forgiving, and infinite....