ellipse

1.

All my life

i’ve wanted

to feel something…

be something.

2.

Truth told

i feel strange

in my own skin,

a suit which does not seem cut for me.

i cannot get comfortable inside it.

3.

Given

the option

of oblivion,

yes,

i would surrender…

as if by the soft closing

of my eyes i might

erupt into a plume

of flames,

a pleasurable, exploding

flower of my own invention,

my own bright spark.

4.

Desire, of course,

is not a path,

but a given power,

circling within us…

…an arc,

a dreamwire,

a looping

spark,

repeating

its orbital path,

scouring the night

with thickening

layers of laser lines,

sharpwires

cutting the

booming darkness

with their high trajectory,

carving from

fathoms of the

upward void

the lines of

a brilliant,

dizzying vault,

resounding with

the echoes

of our cries.

5.

Who, or where, am i,

if not dwarfed, standing

at the bottom of myself?

6.

What do i feel

but vertigo,

looking upward

into nothing?

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