Hope for Morning

We hold fast
     to tenuous threads
as though to let loose
     would be to fall,
                    to fail,
                    to lose
     when in actuality
     the emptiness and lack
                   are all and everything needed
     in its nothingness
     there is nothing missing.

liminal, numinous, sentient
               it, us, I

all is      becoming
all is      complete
if only yet

I cloak myself 
     in this delirious madness
     and hope for morning.