746 Intangible [18 January 2006]

Intangible,
a nothingness that comes upon me.
It grabs at my feet and pulls me down,
and I delight in its caress,
its quiet silence that leaves the world outside.
Too exhausted with the worries of reality,
I let it encompass me,
fold me over and tuck me into the dark recesses of eternity.
To escape would be enlightening, brilliant,
but the power of this chains me to it.
Like a drug I can’t quit,
its blackness blinds me to any thought of release,
stops the resistance,
mutes the voice of reason.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017

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