About The Void
going about in routine
the charade ends
“what’s next?”
Henry is waiting.
look around
there is dark
search for the light
like he always does
the light is not here yet
“what’s the point?”
of holding on to this rope
the rope has an end
all ropes do
the ropes of rationality
they end into the dark
the dark is the void
it touches him
it is cold
it is silent
it chills his spine
give him the light
he craves for it
he needs the warmth
the warmth of pretension
of living flesh
of exhausting himself
of finding a subject of dedication
of believing in shared myths
it’s cold outside
don’t touch the void
it will rattle you
like it did poor Henry
don’t touch the void
don’t touch it.
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