Treasure Island

B.B. Loring

(October 24,1995 / Maine, United States)

An Intangible Breaking


All seconds; all seasons;
An intangible breaking
Spreading like a freezing pond
Next year is becoming less and less definite
January is a probabity; not an absolute
This probablity is unknown,
But few things are known;
Like a tear diffusing into a sheet
Is realer than a voice,
The black under closed eyes
Is one of the only sensical things left
Mouths all around moving;
Look awkward and foregin
Yet sound with high lucidity
(I cannot be a human)
Death is the absence of life
There can be an absence of life;
Inside of you,
While you are said to be biologically alive
It is an intaginable breaking;
An infathomable atrophy
By ones who cannot see it happening
You cannot see the intaginable apertures
Spreading throughout my soul
But surely it is happening
Whether you can see or not
Life is as fleeting as the sun;
It may seem eternal; infinte
Yet it is as condemned as us
The sun's birth was a beginning to an end
Just like an infant being born

Submitted: Saturday, April 20, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 30, 2013

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