My world has been turned inside-out.
I hold my soul like a balloon, the inner workings of my mind reflected on its surface.
I hold my soul like a balloon, the inner workings of my mind reflected on its surface.
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Every minute hatched into reexistence
(Light creating shadow
Where nothing was before).
One eye blind, the fingers
Float in empty space, and my hand
Feels nothing.
Where was form when everything was flat?
The spirit of the world beating against itself
Like moths against the glass.
And, like God, I wonder
...Why can't I live like that?
(Light creating shadow
Where nothing was before).
One eye blind, the fingers
Float in empty space, and my hand
Feels nothing.
Where was form when everything was flat?
The spirit of the world beating against itself
Like moths against the glass.
And, like God, I wonder
...Why can't I live like that?
I have done it again:
Swung myself over the lagoon
Of blue too deep to be green --
Hands white on a rope
Braided from my own hair.
(With only my head to hold onto, I wait for the fall.)
Swung myself over the lagoon
Of blue too deep to be green --
Hands white on a rope
Braided from my own hair.
(With only my head to hold onto, I wait for the fall.)
