Thursday, April 24, 2014

Entry point

My life has
one great schism
there was before
and now after,
there was a terrible
Hurricane, Edd clasped his
hand to door nob,
plates blew off table,
there was an infinite
open space, maroon skies
cerulean floors, a silver statue
without form, without face,
I died and was reborn,
I was someone else and myself,
a mushroom cloud eruption had
slowed down time, while I
sipped imaginary tea at the
top of the stairs,
I'm still waiting for someone to
tell me it's okay to come down.

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