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There’s something further away from this place
I know it, it’s there
On the brink
I’m sure I could touch it if I wanted to
Or taste it, I’m close to that already
It’s in that valley
Where everything is white
And my friend once stood just out of reach
And the only things that aren’t white are the shadows
That contort into grey
And then Duncan who is my friend
Who is in the valley getting further away
And I can see his hand reaching to me
Wordless
And I reach for him
His body moves further away from this place
And it’s black
And then a burst of color and a stream
of watercolor neon
Like the river of light in that show
Terrifying
Made up of little bugs
But it’s not the same river
These are little bugs that are thoughts
And you can hear them as they swim under your feet
And they feel like applesauce
If applesauce could move
And it doesn’t matter
Because they’re not my thoughts
Or your thoughts
Well, they could be your thoughts
I wouldn’t know.
So I reach out to touch the thoughts
Like Christmas lights
But they don’t feel like anything
So I reach out to grab them
Pull them all to my chest
And hold them to my heart
So I can get it
So I can know the polyrhythm
And the thoughts slip away
I’m hugging empty air
And my chest feels hollow
Like my bones
Like my ribs
Like my ears