Gone from the Asylum

Light. Something has driven it away.
Incandescence in its place.
It’s not the same, believe me.

It’s like a memory without eyes.
An empty space through which you fall,
Cursed by what the sane pretend.

What happens when you land?
The buzz of a million useless questions.
And you’ve heard them all.

November 16, 2007

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