they left me with my ghosts
in a room without a ceiling
and then piled-up words … after words
till they lost all their meaning
the flooring gives away
the ink seeps-in through my veins
and now i’m suspended (in-between)
my nightmares and your dreams
“you can’t really see the stars here”
though you hope, you hope, you hope
during the last days of december in the year 2014
note: the line in quotes is taken from the latest book i read, Station Eleven- “a spellbinding story of a Hollywood star, his would-be savior, and a nomadic group of actors roaming the scattered outposts of the Great Lakes region, risking everything for art and humanity” all set in a post-apocalyptic world. the novel and the year together gave birth to the poem above.
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