never need eyes to see

emptied and filled with silence, i’ve recounted all my blisses
out of their formation, i weep to the song of abstention
harrows, cry, doves
it’s the stillness that lives, and soothes you in.
a dark figure arises out of an ardent mixture
they spiral in their reminiscing glaze, consumed by a taste in which i find myself blind
yet an animosity grows
caught between the river and the sea, i’ve let its long drawings cleanse my eyes out
because truth is,
i don’t need eyes to see
as long as spirit is what fills me
only my voice remains
supple nectar, steeped in its own haunts of peaceful murmur
sleepily whispering, it invigorates as i slowly disintegrate into the chants filling into these drops
“weave into me”
where have i gone?