How can one
be so close yet so ----
far
at the same time
while still
believing they are precisely
where they should be?
Have you ever
tried to muffle light
with your body or soles?
Will it matter that what you Will
inevitably choose
Will come to pass as choice?
Would it have been different
if we could still change
our mind?
What if at most fear
(or what if atmosphere)
was all that held us in and
kept us
in our quagmired violence by
blood-curdling,
perpetual blue light
-not saying-never-mind?
It is a thin line
without direction
Where would you go?
Image credit By Ken Billington (Own work) [CC BY-SA 3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)], via Wikimedia Commons.
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