By Keilan Colville
You there, eternity,
take these tired pages
away to become
more than ink & paper.
I am sick of the quiet game.
I am approaching you.
As I lay the page upon
your face, the salt eats it.
Little lapse –
little decay!
The constant state
of losing all
slowly, to time.
Take me into your romance
of seaweed & salt
& the impression of sky.
Take my dying hands into yours
& dissolve them.
Dissolve eye,
heart, soul,
word, thought.
Take & redistribute them.
Put them to better use.
What can I do with these things
rattling about my body?
Make eye into star,
heart into day,
soul into wind,
word into time,
thought into space.
What a lovely thing.
To be everywhere
& as though
I never existed.
Keilan Colville lives in Fermanagh, Northern Ireland. His work is featured in The Honest Ulsterman, Green Ink Poetry, & Awkward Middle Children, an anthology published within the 21 Artists Programme. He is currently completing an MA in English at Ulster University. He tweets from @KeilanColville_
