ink stains the
page
never to be
removed
into a spot in
a corner
of a darkened
room
to breathe none
to move
again
discovering
paralysis
taking over
bridge after
bridge
the gap between
two points
lost in the
shuffle from one
room to the
next and onto
another page
ruining
the purity of
the white
light
surrounding and
silently
pounding out thought
after thought
it would be
different out
here where
nothing really
matters anyway
down deep below
all the thought
they say it’s
nothing
and even that’s
something
he wouldn’t
know
he is not yet
allowed
to walk the
halls of another’s mind
might help him in
his quest
for the most
randomly
simple thoughts…
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