Thursday 18 October 2012

On the last day,


after all, it’s not been
too monotonous
or momentous either.
You stare out from a
window that isn’t
what it seems.
Nor can you be seen.
You finally got
that reality is
invisible
infinite
essimal.

All you did get, after all,
was to stare awhile and swim like a demon.

Reality transforms from warm to cold,
wet to dry, then rhythm to
cacophony.

Birth and death aren’t gradual,
after all.

3 comments:

  1. This is incredible. Did you have a near death experience when you wrote this or something?

    It's really good and dark, depressing, but in a good way. :)

    Strong stuff. Retweeted it. :)

    As a poet I'd like if you read some of the stuff on my blog sometimes, when you have time. I'd love to get some feedback. You can find me at: http://www.ifkknrokk.com.

    Thanks.

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  2. Very nice... Of course I really liked it!!

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