Posted by PM80 on June 3, 2005, at 9:10:03
I fell again last night,
From the growth I believed to be real.
I felt so many slippery paradigms,
So many shifting perspectives,
That I could not tell my floor from my ceiling
Or good things from bad.
All sense of absoluteness
was sense of a dark finality
Too horrible to contemplate.
I did not want to move;
I did not want to be still.
I could not tell if the razor edge
Was cutting serenely into my soul
Or simply passing through empty air.
I again fell last night,
And no one sees the scars I hide.
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