I preoccupy the corners and shadows,
it is empty when it began.
a box, a circle, a square.
This is the end of the beginning.
I can tug on grass, fresh from the roots of my adolescence.
Shred it into an ensemble of chaos, lay in the meadow of forever.
I can lie on a cloud,
I may want to run from the fate this cloud traces,
and dance in a puddle of my foolishness.
I clench onto the hinges of humanity,
and simply let the grasp forget all senses.
I revoke into a hysteria, as ignorance and tolerance are erased.
I step on the edge of the known,
as it crumbles beneath my unsteady insecurities.
I reach out to trust, and let the uneasy thought fall into what I escape.
This is the blind fabric closing the eyes of the misled.
What one uncovers may only seem ordinary, dull, and simple.
This place is filled with nothing, or perhaps it is filled with everything.