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. serenading... 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 07/21/2014 Posted on 07/21/2014 Copyright © 2025 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. Return to the Previous Page     pathetic.org FAQ Members Poetry Center Login Signup   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)