Jul 08, 2017 23:53
Frozen, still and stiff,
time and space converge.
Some things in life are forced,
invisibly paralyzed.
Banded together,
a chemical lapse.
Commitment doesn't happen.
The sheets are too tight.
The sheets are too thin.
I'll see you in my dream warehouse
sorting through the out-building
where all the treasure hide,
everything I've ever touched,
all that has ever been hidden from me
is revealed.
A garage sale with no sale.
A collection with no collector.
the end of what's next: Paralysis.