"Something, Anything, That Understands" by Lawrence Moore

Here

at the epicentre

of all I sought

are a million things

I long to avoid,

salvation only arriving

through danger,

suffering merely receding

from my causation.

Here

in this green-tinted,

fog-filled sprawl

slipping beyond horizons

whichever way I turn,

let there be

something,

anything,

that understands

and have it guide me

to where clarity

might take over.

Lawrence Moore writes from a loft study overlooking the coastal city of Portsmouth where he lives with his husband Matt and nine mostly well behaved cats. He has poetry published at, among others, Sarasvati, Pink Plastic House and The Madrigal. His first collection, Aerial Sweetshop, was released by Alien Buddha Press in January 2022. His Twitter handle is @LawrenceMooreUK