Along the wire

Split the night
a weak pulse screaming
a slender tendril reaching
for you, for me
the dark anger seething
the heart not beating
the eyes not looking
the ears not hearing
the whole world darkening
the candle not lit
the darkness killing light
a lover in a fight
the child trapped in fright
all in one day
the clock ticks backwards
back in time
along the wire
when nothing existed
and all. Is. Still.