He was the unbearable silence
I tread softly through his forest
black delusions
The grass ... cold and wet beneath my naked,
inquiring feet
I step so cautiously in his world

He speaks
it's even more unbearable than silence
His voice
thunders up my spine
exploding in a crescendo of pain
at the base of my crown

My thoughts cling to the moon
my toes curl around scattered blades of grass
sensing safety
the moon reaches for me
stretching ethereal beams of promise
My words hesitantly make their way back down
my toes relax and settle a little bit deeper into the earth

I am compelled to speak
I lean my head back
open my mouth
prepared to swallow the sky

His rain beats me to the punch
torrential outpourings of love
but somehow
I feel like gagging

Harder to breathe now
I lower my head in shame
feel my feet move beneath me
down his yellow paths of indifference

Venus lights the way
but he's still the longest night
refusing to open his eyes
an infinite (unending) winter solstice

I want out of his world

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"It is reason, not imagination, which determines what is possible."

-Layla

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