the image blurs my mind blurs attempts to focus bring a headache so i relax, seeking no clarity, finding no answers adrift in emptiness attached to nothing; the abyss peers back what does it see?
I rode out to the land that lay beyond.
Past the forest of dense, dark canopy.
I saw a rippled reflection in the pond,
but knew the eyes below were not of me.
Impostor in the water peering back?
Maybe Nietzsche’s abyss seeking my mind?
But how? Those eyes were blind as they were black.
The abyss and I were somehow entwined.
I felt the lull as time began to fail.
Quiet panic rose deep within my soul,
but paralyzed panic allowed no wail.
How’d I find myself out beyond the shoal?
And, as I submerged into that abyss,
the final flicker was a spark of bliss.