Falling into the abyss
Falling into the abyss
Clawing at reality for the unmasked God
Last hour of daylight
Birds singing their evening prayers
I ache
Too many cigarettes
These past few days
Followed by too deep a sleep
The shower was perfunctory
Only to wake me
I was warned against listening to my favourite
Beethoven
Because what doesn’t exist is preferable: virtue
When style becomes political
I’m out
I’ll be reading Browning
The abyss is dark & deep
Like a moonless night
That spreads one’s being
Inside out
One does not know what is interior
& what is exterior
Falling
Not sure whether it is up or down
Forwards or backwards
Not sure whether it’s a year or a minute
Sane or insane
Sentient or non-sentient
Alive or dead
Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.
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