From this void pours a poem I’ve never heard
my mind has never found quiet.
It’s strange how the world turns and you change
and you’re not paying attention
but by the end
you’re not only different,
not only opposite,
but the enemy.
There were so many days I hated you for this
While I’m gone, do you visit?
It’s as if you waited all this time to let me in
on the secret that no one could fish out of you
Cognition binds you
in a way it does not bind me
and maybe it really is that I’m crazy…
maybe they’re coming to haul me off as we speak
but I am not inside of here anymore
September 15th, 2015