Intoxication

by BOB GALLO   Dec 18, 2023


This abolition of facts
gradually grows on me.

I sight everywhere is here,
I discern I am not poor;
no matter how vast oceans are
they all are mine.

I am not lonely.
I and everything, belong together.
I recognize the relativity
of my oneness.

I belong
to somewhere behind, and beyond
all these bloated objects and sizes,
these inflated zeroes,
this termite infested silence,
these blotted mirrors.

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