23
Mar
11

everything inside of nothing

 

I dreamt last night of

myself a small

red dot

floating, centered, in a stark white box

the silence a high pitched ringing in my ears

against the wind rattling my windows.

 

People came and went

brief exchanges

a job offered

a child needing a hug

the dog barking;

you brushing your fingers along my back,

then turning away,

and turning away,

and turning away.

 

The dot expanded like heat to fill the stark white box

the high pitched whine a thrumming hum

which disappeared

as the dot shrank and shrank

and shrank.

 

The weight of the galaxy,

the light of a pinhole camera during a solar eclipse,

the sound of everything inside of

nothing inside a stark

white

box.

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