Lunacy
what can i see -- but that which my eyes let me?
what can i hear -- but that which my ears let me?
what can i feel -- but that which my skin lets me?
and within my very sanity;
what can i think -- but that which my language lets me?
and that which is beyond my eyes, my ears, and my skin?
and beyond my language?
what of It?
bubbles rippling through pure noise.
can anything grasp?
i crave so much.
but nothing holds.
like sand through a sieve.
Copyright © Sam Toil | Year Posted 2014
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