Tuesday, April 23, 2013

The Visceral Joy of the Nihilist

You can never know how I crave
The red light,
How I treasure minutes alone
When my ears ring in silence,
When my eyes drown in the darkness,
When I stand straight to keep from falling,
When I think in fast forward
To hold myself up on the very edge
Of sleep's unknowable oblivion,
When I hardly even have to imagine
That the world has come to a complete stop.

You can never know how I dread
The green light.
It would frighten me, too, if I still cared.

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