The Ending
In searching for the details
Of what entails
My word for this entanglement,
I found the goal of one of the ones
(Whos words I sought)
Was lying on the floor in either
One state or another
Of pain or ecstasy
Or neither
But alive unlike my fear.
I dreamed for hours of that salvation
And never thought it through;
I don't know this entity
Who smiles from afar, assuring me
Speaking to me, and asking
For what? A name? No.
The message is not
For me at all, but what
A glimpse of this embrace
Calling for me to save the world
All too literally.
And, like one of the seekers,
I felt that I was strong enough
Until the ones I held
Were sucked into the
Nothing,
And then I knew
And cried, for
I was not the one
I was not the one
I was not the one
I was not...
I woke,
And into the night I called
The world by a new name,
And it came to me again
With a different face this time,
And I knew that while we'd never
Be inside the dream,
I'd found a way to exit,
And seal every seam.

7 Comments:
Oh !!!!...
My poem !!!!...
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No, MY POEM!! HAHAHAHA!!!
Yes, I meant your poem.
But right now by saying this I mean my poem.
Besides, does it matter ?
Nothing really matters.
Anyone can see.
I think that "Nothing really matters" really means "Nothing is really matter".
Nothing is a particle?
Everything is a wave?
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