Seeing Oneself Poem by Julia Luber

What LIFE the hollow sun has kept from me-
In its exactest space..nanometrically-

For all that I can trace comes down to this-
Amidst a world of Monsters and their piss!

Their screams, their eating way, and the Impact
of what they say;
All set in time that shall be over soon.

Regardless what is born; regardless what is Ruin..

It has to strike as space without a sound,
No reflection of what to be nor what was found.

It all has to be lived NOW to then be put behind.
What being of a search. That being of a find.

That also set before: An open door to close.
In Instant Next.
And these signs being drawing and not text.
It all comes down to simply how to-
FORGET!
To put it in that hollow sun, so
shall it SET!

Now flood some other place
with poisoned light.

And Let Me BeAnd
Let Me End This Fight!