cobwebbed spaces

wandering, stumbling and fumbling

over cobwebbed boxes

where forlorn letters

crumble at the touch.

once read,

discarded and trodden,

they lay, forgotten, across the expanse

of darkness.

an eerie space of limbo,

between the was and is and will be.

this is not a house.

this is not a home.

a stranger lives here.

someone caught between today

and tomorrow,

the night and the day.

ghosts reside here,

the howls on the wind

whistling through leafless trees.

you exist here.

an inescapable dimension of your mind.

and you know,

this is where you belong.

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galaxies past

if you look into my eyes

and see nothing,

do not be alarmed.

the darkness is comfort.

black holes swallow stars,

galaxies that once existed.

do not be alarmed

for my soul has been missing

much … longer …

than it took you to notice.

 

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