Stroking the cool surface that my head rests against My mind empties of every thought Every feeling But the sensation Of being entrapped within a point dimension. ... Reaching past the darkness As the dimension grows ever larger Draining my vision, Stretching my will thinner and thinner Is it me who is shrinking Or is the darkness growing larger? What is it, that the warmth escapes me As soon as I reach closer... Falling out of reach Never nearly close enough To fall through my fingers.
That tight feeling in my throat And that Air that tugs on my lungs And that Urge to tear myself open In a scream that fills The empty landscape ... Closing my eyes, The cold melding away, My head sliding down In a legato staccato of my essence.