The words aren’t enough,

The image is too much.

When can you start

To stop.

Floating freely through space,

Noticing nothing but the air.

Noticing nothing but myself,

Noticing that there is nothing else

To actually notice.

Silly little worm,

You should know the bird’s pattern by now.

It sure knows yours.

Trepidation consumes you,

But please try not to deter it.

Please feel it wholly as it

Engulfs your entire being.

The fear creeping,

The fear is crawling,

The fear twists and warps

Every fiber of your being.

They recognize you,

But then again

They never saw you in the first place.

I clean my glasses,

I wipe my eyes,

I pray my prescription is wrong.

This can’t be the right image.

Swiftly moving towards acceptance,

It’s actually rather easy.

Let it slide down my back,

Let it calm me,

Put me at ease.

Nothing is actually wrong,

I suppose.

The floor boards were worn then
The floor boards would creak
As we crept
As we still play.

Those games disappeared
Those games surrounded by memories
As we listened
As we still play.

Thinking of them all
I couldn’t help but think of nothing
As we lied
As we still play.

Walking through fields
Hoping they would go on endlessly
As we fought
As we still play.

Darkness befriended the light
Caring for each other regardless
As we breathed
As we still play.

The anticipation,

The waiting.

What for my dear,

Who for my dear.

For when will it be through

My dear.

Calming my feet,

Feeling my hands

Move across the cotton

That wraps my torso.

Enclosed in memories,

Shrouded in apathy.

Actually stop

No, please

Please stop

Me as I move my hands

Across to the cross.

I am reminded of my past,

Thinking of the future.

When can I speak to you

Again.

Where can I hold you

Again.

When will it be

True.

So many questions

I’d rather stay silent.

Listening to the record spin

Without hearing its true intention.

Hearing the noise that’s supposed to be

Secondary.

Do you hear the underlying meaning

When I speak.

Has anyone every really

Heard anything

I’ve ever said.

Has anyone ever heard anything anyone has ever said.

Have I ever

Really

Truly

Ever

Heard anything.

This perception of what’s real,

What’s illusion.

I am beginning to feel as though

I don’t really exist.

As though this illusion is

My life.

I exist somewhere,

In some form

Or dimension.

But it seems as if that

This piece I perceive

To be the truth

Is nothing but

Falsity.

Lies,

No truth.

Just illusion,

Just perception.

What’s really different about anything,

Anyway.

Anxiously waiting for the

Next stop.

To see what the next stop

Will bring.

I have an idea.

I have no idea.

Forget the ethics, the ethnics,

The economics.

For now we’re free.

For now we’re safe.

Soaring high.

The ground doesn’t exist.

Nothing else exists.

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When does it stop?

When do I gain control?

I’m constantly spinning

I’m constantly falling

Trying to grab

Trying to catch

Something.

The potential’s there,

The drive was.

What.

The.

Fuck, am I doing?