when i close my eyes
i hear the echoes of my desires
the raging voices of conflicting propositions
i hear the trembling of a spirit
ready to be devoured by the on-rushing waves
i am slipping
flowing down the currents
crossing diabolical terrains that whiz past my memory
i cannot remember them
i can only stare at darkness
as a sweeping force carries me
to some distant past
some distant future
some present mystery
all into one
when i close my eyes
i hear silence
among others
my own whispering voice
can you hear me
i can hear i
in darkness do i find myself suck into a world
of drains, currents, falls, valleys and pits of bottomless ends;
or a rainbow, a flash, a coloured sensation, and a burning passion
like fleeting fireworks
brilliant while they last
can you pick me up
and keep me sane
after my remains fall back to some ground
even when the end is never ending
hide me
forgive me
and show me
when my eyes are closed
the needle hole