Skipland

by on May 10, 2015 :: 0 comments

One day I’ll walk through the door
and it will slam shut
behind me, propelling me
out onto endless
highways and neon lights.
I’ll melt into a night so deep I’ll only be a wisp
of a memory,
joining frequencies beyond voice:
the whoosh
of blood flowing through unrestricted veins,
the music
of open lungs,
exclamation marks popping
from outstretched fingers.
Before will be behind me, muffled into silence
and
I will be lunging forward,

forward,

forever forward,

white noise running in clean, dark air.

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