Hello, 2AM

Deep to me the outlines drawn
Mean nothing though they’re looked upon;
Ignore the forms – a crowd of ghosts
Bustles through a silent city.
With my eyes closed I see clearly,
Navigating blind.
Where you saw walls there is nothing;
Out of nowhere, the hand of a bodiless friend.
Feel with your eyes closed open
The landscape’s contours rearranged,
Finding everybody’s shape –
Now open your eyes to the disconnect.
Who we are out here, what does it mean?
You go further out, I plunge deeper in.
I’m living inside my vision,
Drawing my resources closer in,
Living in silence, sunk into peace.
I don’t aim to explain
To anyone how I close my eyes and listen
To secrets spoken so plain
In a language I cannot relay,
Melodies strung of notes we can’t catch,
Wondering what it is I hear
If anything at all – or if
I’m hearing only the whistling cry –
From the farthest point in its trajectory –
Speeding through air it cuts into –
Of a boomerang I threw.

Written by PhantomPhace
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