--how much darker?--
the place which isn't anywhere,
threading the hallways,
between the houses, on wires--
cast up, like a hand,
to the sky--
the space unbound, unwoven
how much deeper?--
a scream might sink forever,
in the ever-changing chasms--
race forward-- ever-falling,
un-echoing.
it is dark beyond the windows--
I see only my reflection.
--the thick stucco--
but the walls within it,
beyond it-- much thicker, much closer
up against my throat
--this sliver,
to press lips against it,
slit. From the soft dark,
my throat--
a brush of air--
and rush forth,
into the greater darkness
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