Deafened darkness can't fathom your footsteps along the water.
You sneak in from behind and strangle its essence.
Immediately, you feel a spider on your neck trying to shatter
All sound but you know you aren't built of silence.
Like a bird letting go of its feathers in mid-flight,
You toughen the web against your body as it breaks.
You look at the distant light desperately as it shakes
Like the head of a snake. Can you make it past the turnpike?
You blow the spider into a book before it can bite
Your flesh like a singer cursing his emotions into a mic.
You throw the book into a grave from which it is exhumed
By intellectuals who don't even touch the water
Before drinking it. This is the darkest matter.
An idea consumed before experience. A threat assumed
Before occurrence. Like love without a reason.
Like life without a reason. Like the universe. All treason
Against logic. And do we then accept the absurd?
I thought it was so clear, but now, it all seems blurred. AF!