Deepening,
this sense of sinking:
underneath a crushing blow,
an undertow,
a heaving roof over my head.
Stifling,
breath is fleeting:
I chase but never catch;
a bed, a heavy door is latched;
Earth's cries are fading out.
Beauty?
maybe...
but where is meaning?
Do I delve too far inside
where barren smiles belie
the words you cling to?
maybe...
but where is honesty?
isolated,
the Truth that once was hidden
in numbers
is bursting through logic's frail defenses
to swallow me whole.
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