My Balance 1
without support
silent echoes and rumours
'did i hear that?'
tracing invisible paths
through insubstantial material
no kindness
no direction
fatally incorrigible
from fear
walking is sitting
running is lying down
the passage of time ceases
i drift
like carbon monoxide
slow burning
self-destructive
to one
to zero
without matter
without life;
without you.
r.thom'10
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