My Instance
Dough, dough,
Fabric of my eyes.
Why, why do you escalate towards the nothingness?
It fell into a well,
Fade, fade,
The hearth of my Heart,
Painless, numb, so says the Moon
A hiccup of my existence,
Refraction, reflection,
Cast upon my shade your foam of blight,
A void opened, a void shut,
Knowledge came, information died,
I never escalated into the nothingness,
Does such a thing exist?
My skin turned over,
My eyes are inside out,
Where then is my mind?
My eyes are the void, my mind is the information,
I am no finished book,
I am an unfinished book,
I can be nothing else.