I mean nothing,
am nothing,
breathe nothing,
walk in dumb
meandering circles
sparking the interest of none.

Child,
adolescent,
man,
strange amalgam,
strange animal,
a kind of Cerberus
with three heads:

one whimpering at the gate of Heaven,
one barking at the mouth of Hell,
one speaking to the listless, unlistening audience of Earth.

Sick but innocuous,
I have so wandered,
luckless,
waiting,
longing to long
and for far too long,
a somnolent
insomniac,

desperate
to unwake, to bloom inversely,
to take
permanent root
into some one or other hollow,
to be swallowed
in that ceremonial gulp,

to be forgotten,
but most importantly
to never myself remember.

02/03/2014

Posted on 02/03/2014
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