it's that empty world again
the one that hugs the darkness
and says goodmorning in a silence
coated by a prozac'd numb-
the one that checks the messages,
hears the ticking of the clock

just take a drag and turn
internal to the lacerations of deceits-
check your receipts
ma'am, you've earned
a free ticket for your next ride.

In a world, standing still
the only felt thing
is the cold blast from a freezer
for nothing is in there,
see nothing,feel nothing,
be
nothing.

inhale to feel
just nocturnalize it.
oh. just close your eyes
and exhale, exhale me, I'll exhale you.


free ticket,free ride.
the world is still with nothing-
no wind,no clouds,no warmth
see nothing, feel nothing
be
nothing.
inhale,exhale,
breathe it in, breathe it out...

s.pringle,1998

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