Between ecstasy and hell
I have found
this flat place of mud grey horizons.
Colourless plateau;
A space in-between.
A place neither here nor there,
A flexible arrangement
Of time and substance;
Between something
and nothing,
Everywhere and nowhere.
Soundless
Airless
Empty yet full
The echo of stillness where
Dry words fracture in brittle air
I would be afraid;
If I could feel
anything.
But, as it is,
I dissolve
Between layers of grey.
I am home.
I am then.
I begin again.
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