The needle and spoon leap over the sun;
A syringe from the haystack,
Impossibilities are realized.
This white place,
A monochrome universe,
Utopia of grey,
Is more than it seems.
Lines are clearer, more defined;
Drowning in dust,
Veins are visible and beautiful in blue.
I feel it behind me,
Coming closer, breathing down my neck,
Locusts in butterfly guise,
Wolves in lambskin condoms,
Minor violins screech the 'Jaws' theme.
There's a corset of nerves,
Shaping and straightening with electric strings;
Hollow bones for illusory flight.
Perfect when I'm hidden,
I'll stay here as long as I can.
I'm getting used to it...
The world in white.















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You want to know what’s inside her head, more than anything else. And I want to know why you’re not looking my way.
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