Because I don't live in a vacuum
there is a black hole inside of me.
And it devours words from outside-
pulls them from their mouths
and into the depths of me.
Every line beckons internal anarchy.
Every syllable punctuates my doubt.
I
am
their I
thoughts. am
their
words.
And I would that within didn't come from without.
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 12:39 PM UTC
Because I don't live in a vacuum
there is a black hole inside of me.
And it devours words from outside-
pulls them from their mouths
and into the depths of me.
Every line beckons internal anarchy.
Every syllable punctuates my doubt.
I
am
their I
thoughts. am
their
words.
And I would that within didn't come from without.
