My mind was placed
and nothing more
emptiness
fills the air.
Only to soon
be measured up again
of silence.
Time races on
and we don’t know
but other than the air
Motions, Stillness, Darkness.
What was once a white room
quickly drenched
in inky sin.
Still, the one beamed spark
fills the walls
expanding into a greater purpose.
The empty air
now am medium
for a brighter thought-
an intense state of mind.
Let me embrace that spark
and thrash away;
flailing my arms
in madness.
Grasping that spark
with all my might.
On my eye it shall go
and the new light
see shall I.
Among all the blackness
Among all the thoughts
Under this spark
formed from
silent thoughts
makes the emptiness
Full of Life.
Full of White.
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