this inner voice wrapped outside of sound
resounds the lowest hum
the outflowing rush encases the night 
is this vibration Love?

this inner voice outside the rational
  limpid consciousness entwines
  yet the darkness owns time?

to hold the source of that flash 
 fill with your hands the ocean
  the eternal truth might last a drop 
 one life the grain the precious grain

so what of injustice
  of grief and trauma
  of loss 
 none of this illusion 
 spare the suffering the empathy of preachers
  the stars extinguish in tears 
 and vibrate broken wishes saved by children..