Wednesday, April 30, 2008

What Do You Hear Now, Walt Whitman? (20)

20


The deep blue night sky overtakes me and wraps me,
consumes me completely.
Inward I fall towards the blackness -
aroused, alone, and unaccounted for.
Here I am vacant,
here I am real.
I taste life tingling on my tongue
and I smell it and breathe it in.
I let the emptiness that is reality console me -
it seeps beneath my skin and dances through me.
Dangling from my fingertips,
life drips down and soars above and around,
flaring and blazing, all consuming -
lighting the blank canvas sky and illuminating the sore, sad existence that surrounds.
I see in color for the first time,
experiencing every taste and scent all at once,
everything coming over me and drowning me.
I am everything and nothing and all in between.

The starry sky shines down on me,
I lay asleep facing the heavens, my own blank page.

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