Inside Out
I trace my hands along the defining walls
of the cell that I myself have created.
No windows, no doors, no locks, no keys.
The stones are removable but well placed.
The jailer has forgottened where she has placed her tools.
The stones call for a sharing.
Leave no echo unturned. Unanswered. This
is the starting point to pursuing madness.
Somewhere there is a nova of sanity
gathering in the darkness to explode in a
moment of clarity where you regain your
ability to breathe.
The stones call for a sharing.
Leave no echo unturned. Unanswered. This
is the starting point to pursuing madness.
Somewhere there is a nova of sanity
gathering in the darkness to explode in a
moment of clarity where you regain your
ability to breathe.
