Christopher Withers (UK)
Darkness and Fool Clown Lips
absurdity showers from fool clown lips,
words falter and fall.
conceptualisations forced into vocal range
bombard my senses, yet
all I can see is this darkness.
this darkness which troubles me,
permeates the space between
each synapse of my brain,
so that even the firing of
each individual electron
does not illuminate its consuming mass.
my view flickers within this void,
this space between spaces, and
i feel myself layered over it,
entwined within it, flotsam
upon a sea of brilliant darkness
drifting beneath a pure black sky.
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