chewing the centerA Poem by Nobody.
at the center of every mighty light, is a tiny kernel of darkness,
and, we, being the most curious of creatures,
will stare into the light until we go blind;
until our eyes explode into blooded flame,
just to see that ugly little speck,
smell that rotten infection,
taste that sour pit,
touch that sub-
turn into a quiet black speck
on this canvas of screaming light;
hoping that, someday, some fair scavenger
will sniff us out and nibble at our rancid
resurrect our restless bones
for a scared, eternal moment.
© 2012 Nobody.
Added on August 7, 2012
Last Updated on August 7, 2012