There Is Nothing, No Nothing Outside of This Moment
It's all closing in
It's all there
Yet there is nothing
Sleep is anxiety
Wakefulness is struggle
There is a surplus of fear and destitute
There is a famine of ecstasy and even contentment
I am residing in a foreign land
I've never been here
Yet its been inside me since the air touched my lungs
I am not changing
I am only discovering
What is it though
I understand
But don't see
It is new
It is old
It is my mind
It is developing
It has found a sense
That sense is a trigger
It is a warning
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