Convoluted
- Wine convoluted his mind as he thought back
- In a space dark as your mother’s womb,
- and there he was
- He walked forwards and did not mind the shadows consuming him
- it was second nature
- Everything was coming to an end anyway
- Hatches, latches, spaces
- It fit in his mind as he fitted in them
- and he went forward; and it was dark
- and in there he found
- What?
- And there was
- Eternal void; you see your dreams forever
- No.
- This is how it was: he went onwards in cracked spaces
- And minerals were around him like mist
- Seeping in
- He hoped for conclusion, like his mother’s voice
- and he went on
- First stop, a dark hole
- He waited there for a thousand million years;
- he made up his mind and went down
- And in the dark he found dark and in the dark he found
- the expected and.
- He went on.
- Sounds and noises all around
- But it was second nature
Posted Dec 29, 2011, 3:45 AM UTC
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