SOMETHING
Something in the air
so strong it is I can
almost taste it
not just breathing it in
seems
to be getting to me
filtering into everything
the fusty, unread books
in my library
the arcane worlds
to which they once
gave access, were
portals
(perhaps still are)
are fundamentally disturbed
if not
rewritten
some tumble from.their shelves
one even brazen enough
to hail me, speaking as
it slo-mo summersaults down
landing open
on its spine observing
the world through a single
eye at the heart
of the page
beautiful and
yet so grotesque
bringing everything into
its field
of vision reducing
to its
big bang moment
point of view something
in the air
longed for
dreaded
outside the world, the Universe
waiting to be told
what to do
always something
rather than nothing
something and nothing something
and nothing
out of the minus of number comes
your everything.
poems 2 die for 