Wrote my first poem, inspired by David Lynch, Stanley Kubrick and the Aeon Flux cartoon: The black asphalt reflected Gods eye. I dont feel well. Somethings not right. He is watching me from the corners, I feel eclipsed by an unworldly presence. I built a cocoon to protect myself, but Im afraid the outside may have rot. Grandmother always kept things clean, but what good it did her. She was eaten. I feel light headed and claustrophobic. Im desperately looking for something that will identify the voyeur. There are many impostors wandering the darkness of space who understand a humans search for God and use it as lure. I feel a gravitational force pushing down on me; Im being suffocated. Im suddenly overwhelmed by the smell of mold rushing in. I shouldve abandoned my vessel. No!! Oh god, I can see it-- and its not Him!!!
Posted on: Sun, 01 Jun 2014 22:26:58 +0000
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