I started a dance
with myself and the delerium
room kept turning
from one focus point to
another. level of subconsciousness
I never dreamt of
and I;
the one I love is
inside of me,
in those
a million broken instances
salute my fears and the
noise materialized in children’s laughter
fills a space_blank
into an unknown consciousness
that simply is;
and never may that sun shine
the minutes seem holes
stretching between hollows of mist
and this seems to condemn
the moments passed,
the words spoken.
i can\'t go on like this,
caught between shades of grey
that swallow
EG