Saturday, August 02, 2008
membranethe matrix of a thousand skies
tangled, weaving
intravenous
integrity-bound
took wings, she did
but pinned to the ground
flapping, flapping
treadmill of filth.
sight and sound
they make no sense
yet encompass the world
all these sensations
all these emotions
they are not hers
yet she controls them
skylight
scarlet
third-party syndrome
walled-out
glass door
banging into what i cannot see
are these her words?
is this her body?
her mind seems a subset
of her deadened soul
questioning the empty air
facing a numb mind
disbelief
but there's good to come
inevitability
uncontrollability
rushing down the 10 thousand mile hill
if she's lucky she won't feel a single thing
before the crunch.
...and
dith babbled on at the insane hour of 2:28:00 AM