Live Beyond Limitation

Without,

I am not nothing of course.

Though without, 

My words feel fake.

Have I ever held such power in fake words? 

I would like to.

They’re not fake words.

They’re just words.

But yet

My hand still refuses to write when feeling the weight of the non-nothing–

When feeling the weight of the one thing which is the feather to the hammer of its opposite upon my shoulder.

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Who was that?

That man on the sidewalk?

His eyes sparkled

And his face demanded a marking in my memory. 

Why?

I don’t know.

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He was looking up.

I’ve been looking down.

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I’m being handed the red pills.

A storm brews within the fog.

–

I miss lying there. 

It was a peace I have not felt

And it was so warm.

I could stay there forever.

Water traded for water

And fire traded for fire.

And my thoughts dug deep into the surface of the earth.

–

The non-nothing was momentarily there. It was nice.

–

Without, I am not nothing of course.

There’s still something. right? 

–

Days pass,

And I’m sitting alone now.

I am with the without.

I burn the with.

I burn it through the depths of the green and brown and black spots 

Sitting atop the maroon, yellow, and orange.

Lines like lightning devour the simplicity 

Of one of natures own. 

One of my own. 

And i tear it. 

–

The storm brews once again, 

But this time,

It is through the fog outside of me. 

Now I am finally with the without.

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And it feels wonderful.