Cursed with a trapped mind
I pace between the walls.
Consumed by the silent white
I use it as my scroll
In thick black ink I write again
“Do not go gentle into that good night
Rage, rage against the dying of the light”
And pacing still between the walls
I rage within the confines of my own.
Out there in the unbound world
I’ll find the freedom for my soul
I’ll let it rage, escape, and roam
In endless fields at golden dawn
And in the mist of morning’s crisp
My soul will dissipate in bliss
And travel up the river stream
To be reborn in moonlight’s gleam
I’ll bring those tales to these walls
And write them out for my own
So I may know
In spite of all this silent white
I raged against the dying of the light
I saw a world.
So softly was it swayed in the embrace of nothing
Nothing was not a wind, nor was it stillness, nor was it thick and black like molasses, no, nothing was derived from a material similar to that of souls.
Runnels flooded with my existence
escape into diaphanous green rills
fragile enough to be ripped without resistance
strong enough to end life.
into the vast vibrant blue into everything into the junction of the wrinkles on your feet and the cracks beneath them into me and you and the breaths we take too
The day God died, I was brewing my morning coffee. I take my coffee with brown sugar, you see. I like watching each sugar crystal get consumed by the black of the coffee. I went to work. I got a longer lunch break that day. I went to Macy's and bought those shoes Kim wore in Paris. I like Paris. I like the pictures of Paris, I mean. I ate some salad with kale. I was told that 1 cup of kale, which is 64 g, has 299 mg of potassium, 2.2 g of protein, 80.4 mg of Vitamin C, and 0 g of fat. I like staying healthy. I run on the treadmill for 30 min every day at 7 am. I was told that if I work out in the morning, it will speed up my metabolism for the day. Or I think I read that somewhere. I read a lot. It's good to read. It's good for your brain. Oh yes, yes, that day. I remember Kylie got implants. It was on the news. Yes, I remember now. I was scrolling through my news feed. And it said God died. 3k people were talking about it.
I lie here. Coiled around the thinness of my memories. The translucent tips of my fingernails trace each molding of these slivers of dead time.
Slowly breathing in stillness until it spirals down my spinal cord and we become one
I count each suspended particle of dust
Its existence revealed by the morning light
I lie here. Coiled around the thinness of my memories.
I shamelessly pick up the crumbs of your dead love
Like a hungry beggar.
I let the silence shatter through the space
Like broken glass
With edges so piercing that even my quietest thoughts begin to scream in agony
So I mercilessly tear them out like veins and watch them bleed until my body becomes numb again
The deafening numbness wraps itself around me.
It nurses me back to existence.
Rose petals on the kitchen floor
he waltzed her to the bedroom door
it’s a surprise again she thought
as he was tying the love knot
around her neck it was too tight
and still he tried to fit it right
and those blue flowers were sublime
those that he gave her the last time
she listened to his steady breath
nothing could shake it even death
in his embrace she felt so weak
that tears began to flood her cheek
and then she drowned in his eyes
his love was real no disguise
a whisper so soft it could kill
with gentleness and no free will
I beat you because I love you.
and with it's quiet acquiescence
I begin to study it's
Only for a few moments
Of my hand. They slither
As if there
an identity to which they belong
a place where it belongs
there is no identity
It is not bound
to anything. Anyone
I immerse myself in this thick air. I do it every time I crave that, which by nature and by my existence has been denied to me. Only water knows freedom