Out there, it is not defined
what substance is, or formlessness;
only a translucent ink allusion
to a rainy sky, propped up
by fragile geomorphic spines,
mysterious with foliage
in indigo.
Behind the wheel, I sense
the tension dissipating
in my head,
simulating images of trees
dissolving at the edge,
the darkness like an anodyne
to consciousness.
Out There
© Copyright: Jena Woodhouse, 2003
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It reminds me of Jim Morrison's "game "Come go insane"" if I'm quoting correctly. Thank you.
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