It can't be helped if we were found with floating-point precision
dead center of something, by virtue of our indecision
Nor that I'd been drifting since the day I was misbegotten
that I felt paper-thin, shoved in a pocket and forgotten
later to be washed away, hurled out into the inky still black nothingness, where there's no going on and no going back
it's a wonder that I'm in this world at all
I--lacuna--with head raised tall,
took a stand but can't recall
what great gravity surged in the annulus, pulled me to you
3 comments:
"Paper thin," washed away into "inky black Nothingness," hmm... this pretty much describes how I have been feeling lately, B.
Again, your writing is fantastic!
Love you,
La
"Paper thin," washed away into "inky black Nothingness," hmm... this pretty much describes how I have been feeling lately, B.
Again, your writing is fantastic!
Love you,
La
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