Nov 23 2010
∞
Closed Eyes
In the black.
In the black void.
In the black void find me
under a bootsole
‘till you’ve encompassed all.
The void. Myself. The boot. The sole.
In the red
ideas hang like moments or
snowflakes found timeless suspended
in a black sky.
At times they’ll be poked. Others grasped.
Others they’ll encompass all.
In solitude
it’s difficult not to encompass all.
I find the rumored existence of others
confirmable when I see their eyes.
I drown without company
like sonar in space.
Were there water
I could rationalize the clutching in my lungs.
But it’s just ideas and moments and
the color red
gnashing my soul like a bug
and I feel small and alone in a void.
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