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Category:
Poetry › Free Verse
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
16
Views:
823
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of poetry. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Too Much To Drink
Slipped on a mickey
Now looking up into darkness painpain, just black lit only by wall mounted
Spot lights...
Forming a tunnel
Spot in the night night light
But don\'t head towards the light.
That means the waking non-void
That means leaving the comfort of unpain
Acknowledging the fault of self and the searing flame...
Of seperation and
Non-presence
Non-grace
Non-existence
Except that we already don\'t exist.
There is no spoon, No knife.
And so no pain, no separation, no non-void, no non-love and no non-grace,
There is still non-presence because we all don\'t exist.
Now looking up into darkness painpain, just black lit only by wall mounted
Spot lights...
Forming a tunnel
Spot in the night night light
But don\'t head towards the light.
That means the waking non-void
That means leaving the comfort of unpain
Acknowledging the fault of self and the searing flame...
Of seperation and
Non-presence
Non-grace
Non-existence
Except that we already don\'t exist.
There is no spoon, No knife.
And so no pain, no separation, no non-void, no non-love and no non-grace,
There is still non-presence because we all don\'t exist.