Half-mast

A poem dedicated to anyone going through it 🫶

Mundanity’s vanity has me again 
Eyes bore through the mirror
Scorn insanity’s ends

Split and tattered they sew
Infinity’s glow
With a shimmer of whispers 
The faraway carries with her 

A disjointed voice 
Or a disquieted choice 
Distinctly delivers
Discrete but dense joy

Without a physical body
No blood, bones, or joints 
Just the essence is present 
There’s no pain in the poise  

I miss the stories you carried
Up the hill on your back 
The glory that failed you 
Flags flown at half mast 

So while I know it’s banal 
We spend time in these bodies 
We escape our own minds 
We miss signs from sparks fallen 

I hold your pain in my palm 
Though it might not touch yours 
And I will escape through swan songs 
Behind the shimmer
Beyond curves

©Rachel Nasatka. All rights reserved. You can’t have her she’s mine.