Sliding into what you
feel I lose my self. I lose
the thoughts that make
me someone, not you.
Instead I look inside
my mind and find your
visions, your desperate
need to find meaning,
and I know that my
center has been
swallowed by your
emptiness.
Climbing out of what you
want I find myself, my
tainted thoughts
uncentered but intact.
To mine them I drive
hard, guzzle fuel, must
recharge to resist
your gravity, to pull
as from a well what’s
been lost. I define
words I never have
spoken.
Not Quiet Any More 