Wondering through each minute like I have something to be looking for.
No one else.. just the two of us.
Oh, Emptiness - why not let me dream?
The curtains grow so heavy over these warn windows.
With every ticking tock I think more about nothing.
Or about this fallacy of men being man.
The dark blue velvet rolls out downward from my head,
Spilling on to the floor and twirling into itself.
Building up around my legs, around my chest,
Around everything I am and I am not.
Oneness - the fabric and I.
I see now in folds of robin egg,
And feel of warmth, happiness.
The black veil rises.
I've done it again.
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