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Description
It is all black, still, and silent: void.
Void.
Void.
Scratching, it shuffles in the one dimensional dirt of my mind…
Dark against the void… it shuffles.

Bed:

I awake
Pink tepid fill my eyes
They’re washed with neon pastels.
But I’m merely seeing through my eyes.
I am not deceived.
I still feel it… shuffling, shuffling in the void.

Do you hear it? Ruffling the dirt?
It’s awake.
Awake, in the Void.

Shower:

White walls, white soap, white shampoo, white conditioner, white noise
Reality is lying to itself.
Muffled pitter patter of chlorinated water,
I hear it tapping, tapping on the shards,
The melted sand

School:

It’s talking,
Talking in the Void.
One thousand whispers
It’s the sound of black the way a blind person would hear it.
A Symphony of one thousand dying children, and a million burning victims…
Screaming in every frequency just bellow a whisper.
It scratches at the Void, entombed in its burial dirt.
Scratching
Scratching at the Void.

Room:

I can hear it praying
Praying for me to remove it from its tomb
To let it scurry from the dirt
Let it fill that dreadful darkness
Let it fill the Void.

But the soil is rich
And filled with tears
The tapping
O the tapping
Is a pounding in my ears
And a color to my eyes
The greens and reds and blues,
Amongst the rhythmic chanting
From every hair on my head to the bottom of my shoes
I can feel the spinning
The turning
The burning
It’s reaching up
And reaching out
Beyond the black
Beyond the lack
Reaching above the stars
And singing beneath the skin
It’s reeling white hot
And begging to spin
Burning
Sand to Glass
Fate to Past
Future to Fate

Burning words in the book of present
Plotting its escape…

Beyond the keyboard
To the Operating System
Out over the phone lines
And servers releasing it to the great beyond
It is my idea
My transcending,
My Translucent,
My Eternal
Forever…
Living Bond

Description
It is all black, still, and silent: void.
Void.
Void.
Scratching, it shuffles in the one dimensional dirt of my mind…
Dark against the void… it shuffles.

Bed:

I awake
Pink tepid fill my eyes
They’re washed with neon pastels.
But I’m merely seeing through my eyes.
I am not deceived.
I still feel it… shuffling, shuffling in the void.

Do you hear it? Ruffling the dirt?
It’s awake.
Awake, in the Void.

Shower:

White walls, white soap, white shampoo, white conditioner, white noise
Reality is lying to itself.
Muffled pitter patter of chlorinated water,
I hear it tapping, tapping on the shards,
The melted sand

School:

It’s talking,
Talking in the Void.
One thousand whispers
It’s the sound of black the way a blind person would hear it.
A Symphony of one thousand dying children, and a million burning victims…
Screaming in every frequency just bellow a whisper.
It scratches at the Void, entombed in its burial dirt.
Scratching
Scratching at the Void.

Room:

I can hear it praying
Praying for me to remove it from its tomb
To let it scurry from the dirt
Let it fill that dreadful darkness
Let it fill the Void.

But the soil is rich
And filled with tears
The tapping
O the tapping
Is a pounding in my ears
And a color to my eyes
The greens and reds and blues,
Amongst the rhythmic chanting
From every hair on my head to the bottom of my shoes
I can feel the spinning
The turning
The burning
It’s reaching up
And reaching out
Beyond the black
Beyond the lack
Reaching above the stars
And singing beneath the skin
It’s reeling white hot
And begging to spin
Burning
Sand to Glass
Fate to Past
Future to Fate

Burning words in the book of present
Plotting its escape…

Beyond the keyboard
To the Operating System
Out over the phone lines
And servers releasing it to the great beyond
It is my idea
My transcending,
My Translucent,
My Eternal
Forever…
Living Bond