The Absence

If I never was If I never was to be Would the birds sound A mental paradox Would a tree be Would any blood flow would the rivers run Could any thoughts be held Or shatter like an imaginary window Cause the mind to wince at the thought Would you feel, would the emptiness control you Conform you, adhere to you Or would the light be seen The dragon slain The damage done. Would the world spin Or the darkness parallel to the stars The feeling, the obsolete nothingness That consume you Or the light of day that compel you to run Run from the danger of falling Of trampling through a trap of string A web of consciousness that tie your good days And bad days to one, to all other emotions, as they Swell in your heart, and the bough breaks.