Chaos, love, radiation and an old mask
by Matthew Sharp
i saw through my mask, as clear as daylightning.
I wanted to reach for you without mocking a veiled motive.
clutching at barbs.....
ide spill something just to have the time with you that it takes to
clean it up.
i blinked slow like i was coming
out from under a wave after it was over.
im taking everything in differently again.
sunlight, sounds, tastes.
The nothing is such a clean canvas
nowhere is numb
like exposed nerve endings patiently waiting
just under the surface
where to not waste energy staring
a gaze will suffice
I put the magnifying glass down
and my mask fell into a black hole
i used to live there
when i would vainly try to reach
without the possibility of a single photon
to enter the exit
radiating close enough
Posted on 07/21/2014
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