Possibilities Poem by Minnie Gehrig

Possibilities



Ive come to the middle,
where it all folds in,
con-caves on itself,
n wonders at the meaning of this,
never ending,
a blackness that doesn't complete,
but instead folds in,
possibilities unforeseen n the
weight of it lies heavy,
i want to find myself in the never ending,
implode explode of it all,


the world is spinning
yet i remain weightless,
floating,
n the possibility's that shift and rearrange themselves,

n i am but a mask on my own face,
another nameless monster in the masquerade,
both beautiful and horrific,

i like it that you dance with me,
n we don't even touch,
just spin in and out of each others,
swollen woven thoughts,


n i wonder what it feels like to be you but
i really don't even know what it feels like to be me,
a darkness a light,

a fantasy that transcends on being,
and n fact just becomes,

the blank canvas,
see how the color runs,
see how it jumps and thirsts for this
just for us? .................

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