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.
everything amplifies.

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


Author's Note:

Posted on 07/21/2014
Copyright © 2021 Matthew Sharp

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 07/25/14 at 04:31 PM

"The nothing is such a clean canvas" - my favorite line.

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