IN THE MURK

In the murk
vision a tube.
One spot, one destination.
Blurred and not returning.
The world a buzz,
a cloud of itself.

The universe inside
full of smog and decaying.
Walking through air
to slide between dimness.
Press through that which isn’t there.

The universe inside.
This universe is old
before it’s days have come.
Fading. Fading.

Vision gives way to the closed-eye lid.
Stay inside.
In the murk.

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