13.7.17

nothing moments

idle nothing moments
running silk smooth
through the blue glassways of the mind

a time for floating
unbound, nocturnal,
weak and yet darkly liberated, liquid flight

idle nothing moments
when for a while it all seems far and kept

yet I know dimly,
as in a dream I know,
that sleep will wash away the nothing
into the wide, deep something
that is forever here, upon the spine,
aching and being too much
too much
again


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