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).
