The division.

March 23, 2016  /  Paul Joyce

In that sub terra
the handglows and otherness consorted.
They were all here but elsewhere
half life hollows
spliced uptown and down
all multi and seconded. 

In this perfect loudness for thought
freedom spiralled eyes and wishes
a numbness to drift us out of hard chairs
and down uneven halls
through smoke and shade
to the hypotheticals of yesterday.

Hungering for the drink
to amplify the division
of descending
to the truth of ourselves
the unwrapped and surrendered
down to the sub terra of the other verses.