After The Wall: Tarva
Something I cannot name lingers
in the silence between
us. Your hands are warm, resting,
still on my shoulders. I don't understand
the comfort of your touch.
.
I was lost
shattered in the screaming
of uncounted souls
and the devouring Wall.
.
I was both
and the Wall knew it, the souls
also, and being both of them
(Wall and soul, Hunger
and devoured, they end the same way
endlessly) there was nothing left
but to be dissolved and unmade.
.
It hurts, to be made nothing.
.
It hurts, to be made
to be.
.
To be torn from unity
and oblivion in the screams
.
into silence.
Your gift.
.
To be surrounded
and shaped by the circle
the strength of your arms. Clasped
against your heartbeat, held
as nobody has ever held me before.
.
There is danger here
I was taught. I have never
felt so safe.
.
I don't understand
Gann.