the world is black and variants of white,
with the immensity of the immense silence gulping,
chewing, swallowing and then spitting out
echos, carried on for miles along,
confusing the passerby about where the music is playing.
I’m just a hollow sentience in this soiree,
gnawing, scratching and bruising
every surface my toes touch.
I’m atop the highest tower, but I forgot why.
Did I climb up to stare at the lights,
that look like a million burning suns
almost choking on the immense night?
Or did I come here to see how long before
the red in me is engulfed by the velvet darkness,
right below me, with its soothing siren song?
Why is there an ache where my heart resided?
Why does it feel like a war was recently fought?
Is this why I feel so empty?
Is this why I’m weightless?
Can I fly if I jump?
Will it hurt if I fall?
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