Paradoxically speaking, nothing makes sense
Or maybe we never wanted it to
Fluttering around in my head is the emptiness of
A thousand suns that are hollow spheres
In flames
There are marbles rolling across the table as
Hands reach out to stop them but it is
Artwork we cannot capture, and they fall
Dizzyingly beautiful is the deathly silence
When all that is visible is the whiteness of
I’m falling please stop me just give me your hand
I gave you my hand
You broke the delicate digits one by one
With your sinister smile that caused me to see
Finally
What you truly are
