My LightI stood there, once, on the clean white floorMore Like This
Not for too long, but long enough to see the world
Completely unaware of the dot, appearing on the floor
In time it grew, slowly
Swallowed me whole
With the light of the hole above me
With the light of the hole illuminating me
As I fell
Into the darkness below me
As I fell
Into the darkness engulfing me
The light from the hole, still upon me
The light from the hole, slowly dimming
Finally, an eventful moment drew upon me
Finally, the light of the world closed on me
I stared up, where the light use to be
Remembering, how time use to be
I opened my arms to embrace the nocturne around me
I let the starless night, slowly encompass, engross me
Settled in the cold around me, I fell
Still staring as far as I could tell
Time became eternal
Eternity became me
Time became trivial
I opened my eyes finally
After what time would call eventually
Because of a temperature b
BlanksYou wake in a small white room.More Like This
A small room with unlimited size.
With walls that move
But not to close on you.
The walls are clean.
The room is bright
The walls are serene.
The room is blight
You waver to your feet
In a distance you see
But hardly clearly.
A silent baby.
You make your way to the silent infant
It lay there, and remained benevolent
Spread from the lump of flesh on the ground
A brilliant crimson spread without a sound
The trail of pigmentation extended to the indefinite finite edge of the floor.
You trace it, and with your hands hooked behind your back, you skip alongside it.
The trail ended
And on the cue of your heartbeat
An explosion of red unveiled the crouched figure of a lady.
And a wall.
You lifted her chin
To see a malevolent grimace
You lower your eye to her ruptured flesh
Dropping her head, free to sway left and right.
You look back
Back down the trail of red
Which now just extends
You turn to face the women again.
Who blended into the
Seduction of Lizzie BordenMore Like This
a curious mind
who had for me
reason to lay down
to rest among the trees
to root myself in history
I will be gone
by multiple division
A Lesson To Be Remembereda house near by far enough you never get two alike it muchMore Like This
a lesson to be remembered, even if I never forget you like the sound the sacked cat made as the bag slowly disappeared from father 's rough hands under the rippling surface that spoke back to the shimmering moon light condensing into mirror image of stillness and completion confined in a memory for the future of every twilight on a lake on a river upon the sea of a panicked reflection struggling desperate for a distant shore