My Abyss
My abyss is shallow
Staring at me
Drawing me in
Sucking me under
Pulling with a weight
That begins in me
And ends anywhere
It pokes at me
Reminding me
To touch my ear
And listen for the sound
The silent echos make
As they pass the barrier
Between me and it
My abyss is on fire
Like the Cuyahoga River
Murdering the observer
Nietzsche’s superman
Would be incinerated here
To observe this abyss
is true blindness
My abyss peers through holes
In wrists
Seeking for something to consume
As salt on shadows poses
only for the damned
We interweave our narratives
With the sand
An hourglass in hand
Can no more tell time
In a sunless world
For an hour dies with the sun
Baking atoms for breakfast
You need a place
To have perspective
From the perspective of my abyss
You are made of mud
Don’t look from here
This is where monsters are made
In the undifferentiated ether of the ego
Where men become shades and specters
Where souls are burnt away
Leaving only a residue of animal cruelty
My abyss stares into me every day
I do not fear it, but I do respect it
Enough to leave it alone
