i watched two hands standing still
holding onto space
breathing through my skin again
I'm tracing round the face
falling through the window
pushing through the door
I'm wreathing through an opening
i've never seen before
these circles seem to capture
my thought in constant flow
gaze into the fog
the creeping death below
the door is warping in again
the hinge about to break
a specters creeping eye
lament a soul to take
there grips about to sever
the wounds about to burst
i've broken every lever
now i fear the worst
this room appears another way somethings been reversed
the hands and circles disappear time and space traversed
in this realm of dissonance a hum of silence grows
why we all must grasp onto this nothing no one knows...

Love the way you write...Much food for thought!

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