Mountainous void
Floor-to-ceiling
Black length
There is no floor
There are no walls
There is no ceiling
There is a cigar
And a hat?
The frequency: abyss-all
Looking Eyes
Straightforward
Only me
Unambiguous
Incoming
Instantaneous
It does not run
It does not fly
It does not drift or float
Silent
Now here
Unafraid
No shape
No form
“Perhaps, you’re going to the Beach”
Nothingness takes my hand
Or I give my hand
As we turn
I smile in my sleep
Feeling
To awake.
Ishtar
