Around My Head


Around my head are all the words that ever been said—
and it’s not an oasis. More of a sinkhole.

I feel as if the more you know the more it’s a gravity well—
the light bends toward me but never lands.

And since it’s all impressions and fading visions—
well, my heart’s never made the decision.

It swirls around me and I am the eye,
but the calm is more indifference than respite.

In the end, while I’m laying there…
God will wash me of my consciousness.

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