i'm looking for the words that could
break me
out of this hole
where it's pitch
where it's void of
and the end is near
and yet so far
it's tangible, it's dangling right
in front of me.
i reach out
try to grasp it
take it in my
hand, hope to hell that it works
but it's air that i grasp.

cold, lonely air.
sweet remnants of
yesterday's past,
so quickly
but it doesn't matter
when i'm
tumbling falling skiving
through a vacuum
through a void

and it sucks out the air

from my lungs.

19.34, 18-6-2003.