I found this enormous chasm,
walls beyond my reach,
a dank stream of sarcasm
flowing in between broken lives.
I have had a fear of this place,
a very long time,
ever since once in a moment,
I felt a silence in my mind.
Sorting through shuttered windows,
imagining teeming lives outside
while perception stand alone
enabling now the shrinking walls.
A certain tightness in this acrid air
give a visionary a repulsive response
to wondering just why, tell me how
we lost contact our wandering sky.
Discovering there really are limits,
vaporous form sans freedom emits.
© Thom Amundsen 10/2020