While the two men were laughing violently
I realized I am becoming apart of them,
apart of their laughter,
with every inhale and short gasps.
Their breath disappears into dark caverns,
smoke incrusted throats,
bruised lungs and forsaken hearts;
our breath allied into this band of essence.
We were together within a world of thought.
Thoughts of existing,
beings afraid of existing.
But I must ascend from this nothingness
to which we all aspire to.
The loathing, the repulsion of being-
there are so many ways to thrust myself
into this odd existence.
Such drifts are born within me often.
The faintness of such absurd reassurance
to which I always yield to
locks me into such a trance that I can no longer bear;
it fills me completely and renewing my survival.
I center my attention with careful delicacy
to become this very end.
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