this is nowhere
so this is nowhere
the mind is against
the fence
against the steel
precipice, out there
becoming absence
becoming spent, a
tired voice against
the silence
an emptiness so
entire devours
outside
facelessness normal
now, can’t read the
sorrow that thrives there
everyone buried in
their screens, none
to notice me soar
once but that was
many times before, i
was a gasp waiting
waiting the length of
lifetime to unfurl, to
uncurl its noose
wanting yearned but
desire was never met,
undiscovered flesh
yet so many fleshes
persist in perfect
handsomeness
no one glanced over
no one took to the
clock’s avarice
i’m dwindling as no one
watches, a diminishing
that’s always been
now the road that promised
is elsewhere, the
approaching hills darkness
a hurried hearse
getting closer, days
hang rustier
lately sunshine seems
a little lower, a bland
room covets me most
unsure of what prowls
what tears the swarm’s
fabric
lonely ever is a medicated
quiet, a stillness that entices
downwards
so this is nowhere where
greying is a pastime in-
between the cemetery bones
and the finishing of blood
which kept all its messages
fades fast like quenching
this is nowhere where the
clocks are cold, precisely
counting down lives
been brought here too
many times feels i occupy
this blank page far too well