Zero (A Purple Aster)

Songs Of The Nameless City 2. Mystical poem written 1-6-25.

1.
Zero is a place,
Where nothing ever happens,
Where no one ever looks out,
From behind the fence

Sleep is a place,
Where I can find a moment,
Where I don’t have to bear,
The thought of myself

But I am a dreamer,
So I find no peace,
Behind fiery and aching eyelids,
For I must walk the Nameless City

Endless meandering streets,
And paths that take me past,
All the lost dreamers,
Trying to find their way home

2.
There I held the hand,
Of a boy I knew once upon a time,
His fingers were so thin,
I was afraid I would break them

We walked along the avenue together,
As a silent parade of ancient gods,
Attended by spirits and wondrous beasts,
Made their way beside us

A bloody war broke out,
Between blazing constellations,
And I could see tired angels,
Attending upon the mighty

Their silent pleading came to me,
As they fulfilled their hallowed duties,
So I made my way over to them,
And offered to take up their burden

3.
I carried that weight slowly,
Sometimes I stumbled, sometimes I fell,
Where angels danced and leapt delicately,
I labored across the battlefield

Heel to toe, heel to toe,
Creeping achingly through the dark,
As spirits assembled on either side,
To watch the spectacle

Stepping slowly between the words,
Of prophecies and forgotten songs,
Finding secrets and hidden things,
The color of old lace

A hazel-eyed girl came to me there,
And offered me a purple aster,
As if making a payment,
On a long overdue debt