Falling into the abyss

 

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.