Occam's Razor

It enters uninvited like the silence that suffers between mountains just there - before the dawn holding the darkness in the weight of raw space it enters uninvited impressing upon me the heaviness of the sea hungry sheens of madness swallowing sound into verdant bliss beneath the twisting glass it enters uninvited in like a bullet sweeping hair into tangles of cold fire the pantheon of solitude under deep stones heavy as a prayer still - it enters uninvited eating words ink and water translucent in the mind’s sky particles of blue protest the oblivion and all that is dust by god! therein