Saturday, January 16, 2016

Sad today, more sorrow tomorrow


Squeezed my eyes so tight
I crimped my nose
trying to seal the heavy drapes
eyelids
the event horizon
line of eyelash hairs
black holes that hope
when
I open-
s  l  o  w  l  y  
to rearrange the world
around me
or just wishing to warp
and disintegrate my reality
I wish to be taken
hostage for a dream
it would seem most simply
escape is what I mean
I find myself thinking
of my keys
prism pavement
welcoming
the open road
to just go
a  w  a  y  
get lost
which I've found
you cannot do 
accidentally
to night 
I fight
gravity
pinned in place
notching another
non event rising day.




Image by Chameleon, via Wikimedia (Public Domain).

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