I heard the light.
A mind suspended above/beyond the suspension of existence.
The ying-yangular intermingling of thought
the clayascular impression of life upon death,
razor blade(d) air upon paper-mache lungs;
for I have kissed
the welding art of it.
The multilayered, subatomic, submerging of the curvature of falling,
into the gruelling and pulverising twang of uncertainty.
The concave complexity of continuity.
The danger of believing
The void devoid of the absence of non-existence.
The prison of security in solid ground
I have drowned myself in my own stability.
there is hesitation.
Cardovascular corruption of the cosmos/chaos.
Hiatus from hiatus
I adore this poem and really hope that you see the many layers that fell into place within it. Thank you for reading, commenting, asking questions and everything in between and beyond.
” Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow,my ink would cease to flow.”