“THERE IS ONLY ONE.”

“THERE IS NOTHING ELSE.”

These are the white words I read in the sky,

This is the loss I then felt.

High out of my mind,

In that space, at that time

Lost both to the world, and myself,

Was a voice unlike sound

And a text unlike script, saying

“THERE IS NOTHING ELSE.”

But this was the second,

The presence of trees,

The boundless, blue blanket

Which comforted these.

A fabric yet torn, as my trip had begun,

I saw once before

“THERE IS ONLY ONE.”

And this was the first,

As it happened one night,

In a makeshift porch bedroom, by a TV screen’s light.

I was tossed to the stars,

To discover myself, when I saw Sister cry,

“THERE IS NOTHING ELSE.”