Kimmensity

Madness Is Knowing The Shape Of The Inside, Without A Key.

Black

July 18, 2007

Sleepless nights
are not the problem.

Sometimes after working hard
all day at everything

there is dreamlessness-
a nothing space

that is God-sent, even though
He and I parted ways long ago.

Too many nights I wake
with a gasp, those hands on my throat

there is no air
there is only black.

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