9/11/20

dream in a mixing bowl



over the edge of this
flat earth
falling in a descending
scream of perfect
chromatic scale
intervals

dream of a splash
but there is none as
gravity be damned,
but something is
pulling me

stir of a soul in
the lost swirl of
nothingness,
mixed in extremes of
zero kelvins and
inferno

the beauty here is
elusive,
divested of gender;
  if you believe in
  anything
  it will only
  block your path

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