what tremor,
comes after me
at night,
turning through
a dark cavern
just behind you too.
one voice away,
nearly the moment,
not quite.
who are you?
holding all my echoes
my dreams
my memories
my fears.
are you solid?
a mass of vertical rock
rising skyward
without a top?
or are you are an abyss
plunging down
without a bottom.
what are you?
are you there, or here?
or standing,
just behind?
