Sunday, April 10, 2016

The Runaway American - Interstice 1: A crack

A crack doesn't just begin
from where it starts
     not quite invisible,
just unnoticed
so that it grows some time
      along with death,

A crack that widens so far
its only aim is space
     assuming it exists,
whatever else
isn't dead yet just waits
     to know or not,

A crack that forgets itself
swallowing around
     floating things,
an intangible
subsistence mistaken for
    some substance;

So a crack doesn't just die
but drowns through
     as everything closes,
everyone else
locked in the dimness:
     this blackening.

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