I arrive early at nothing, no door,
no prison wall to climb, a vast unknown.
Like time standing still in an open field
with an infinite empty perspective,
all direction the same grey hollowness,
the same vacant stare into cold distance.
There’s no point in looking back for a road;
it too slowly vanished into nothing.
The foreground is without prior context
and smudges vaguely into the background,
as if a charcoal sketch had been erased
haphazardly and without proper care
leaving bits of paper and eraser
debris scattered across an empty page.
(May 21, 2024)
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