Sunday, December 12, 2010

A Wormhole For Your Mind

By Steve Rensberry

I have died a thousand deaths
Looking straight at the light.
A make-believe shrine
In a world of spite.
Am I alive? Am I dead?
I am both. I am time.
I am you without space.
A wormhole for your mind.
I think. I must. I should. I would.
We are not so different, you and I.
Parts of a whole.
Until the day we die.
Broken and bare.
For the love of a lie.
From nothing to nothing.
To see without eyes.
You can chain yourself to fantasy.
To infinite regress.
Or think outside of time and space.
And leave this sorry mess.