A Hole In the Sky

Did I hear you right in the noise high you said to me with a deep conviction, there’s a bright hole carved in the sky. I asked you, is it not your imagination? The pained years uncover on my sight the full moon fixed on my gloomy sky turning into a silvery hole in the night. I didn’t ask my insipid intelligence why. Did I see right in the deep darkness sly, I said credibly to myself with assertion, there’s a bright hole dug in the grim sky. I didn’t ask myself, is it not frustration? If in the night the full moon digs a hole you find no pathway to the moon to walk, you enter the tunnel imploring the soul to take you out of the maze you’re stuck. You said to me in sheer apprehension, did you do it right in a lunatic confusion to enter the hole, the mind out of action. I asked you, is it not soul’s sublimation? October 25, 2017.