Falling Inward | Mike Nyerges

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Falling Inward

Falling Inward

There is little more here than a blur.
Emergent stirrings in the shallows.
Unseen, the excavations of beauty
From the unfathomable physicality of life.

Fragile blooms.
The body I sleep with. Wake with.
The vanities of spring.
The languor of summer.
Autumn’s warning.
Winter’s threnodies.
Each erased in time.

Here are the strange harvests of the image and free verse
From the rising ecstasies of snow falling on a restive lake,
To the mysteries of the earth

Falling inward.

— January 2026 —

In Sculpted Shadow

In Sculpted Shadow

Here in these sculpted shadows
Are thoughts falling in solitary paths

Whispers in the grass
The unlimited branching
Of possibility
In the trees

And in the rhythms of the waves
The destiny of the shore

Truth?
Leaves carried in the wind

 

— 2026 —
Canandaigua

Sealed Doorways

Sealed Doorways

Chiseled in the darkness of stone,
Lie the buried, unfathomable fires,
The sounds of the pounding seas,
The evolution of hands
to possess, shape,
To subjugate.

His Breath, His Word—Ihíio, Itlátol—
Obeisance,
Aztec salutations,
A voice
now silenced.

Others
In graffiti
Their offerings..
Answers
In Defiance.
Joy, rapture, agony.

In these sealed doorways
Are all the dreams that flow
Into the rivers of sand.

— January 8, 2026 —

“So Lovely was the Loneliness”

“So Lovely Was the Loneliness”

Those days would come, we would scatter our clothes wherever we liked coming home after work. Frustrated, tired, we anchored our shoes by the bed and spent the night apart. The windows open. Reading. Sleeping. Throwing off our covers. Sailing out into the uncharted estuaries of the night. Steering separately, navigating the swells of mystery alone. But do you remember when we woke? The feelings we shared? In the middle of the night? Not yet morning? “So lovely was the loneliness” apart. 

 

— June 2024 —

To Be Seen or Not To Be

To Be Seen Or Not To Be

Is this the journey’s end
To be seen or not to be
Whether in the frame or behind the lens

A vainglorious weaving
Symphonies written in secret
Near-random scattering of moments obsessively ensnared

Self-absorbed

Sensory entanglement in the strewing of leaves
Force, harmony, dissonance and beauty
Winter etchings and palimpsests

In these narrow, ill-fitted sleeves
Could any moment
Experienced
Remain?

— May 2026 —
Canandaigua

 

It makes You Want to Sleep

It Makes You Want To Sleep

Sight, sense, vision
and feeling
shatter

With a shake of the camera
A long exposure and the flick of a wrist
Becoming

An existential abstraction
A Dance Macabre
An iPhone’s neural engine catching mural and dancer
In mid-collapse
A surreal dance

“What do you think happens in the real world?
In medias res, man!”

Sartre writes
“Everything in your mind is a fake”

Estelle laments
“It makes you want to sleep”

There it is!
No Exit

— May 2026 —
Canandaigua