WALL OF NOT-HURT (NO ACHE)

skin sedimentary
soft, alluvial

my fingertips
press tepid and
button-shaped

against the
not-wall
of pending
dark

memories
shored against
the unmeasured
flood of now
of I do

of until death

of skin

I am met by
the invisible
torpor of hands
drowned in time

passing
freight-like

steeped in loss

something
meant to be
remembered

clouds shrouding
the moon

soft, alluvial

who knew this
forest would
materialize into
nothing

of warmth

a soft wall
of hurt I can
no longer feel

this promise
of humanity
the ache