Poetry by Sam Burks

The Edge

With white noise reflecting
my eyes
I’ve split myself from the entity-
the negative entity-
To join the half grins
on this side
of the one-way window.
A double reflection
the blankness
of space.
And once surrounded
by endless squawking
desperate in it’s own
special way
I find a nitch at last
in solitude,
an unfathomable multitude
of peace.
With the sea
and falling
all five, six
maybe even seven
consume me
in peace.


You may reach Sam Burks at srburks@gmail.com.