Asylum

A bottomless pit.

The black hole we avoid peering too far into

for fear we might fall-

Fall deep into a subconscious

So distant the beginning meets the end

where truth, reality, and dreams settle-

Settle into oblivion

the moment you drift-

drift towards definition before realization

before the vibrations of your subconscious waters reach you

before its resonance reaches your heart

 you’re drowning.

Unable to swim,

unable to float I peered too far-

too far into my own

personal

Tartarus.

But some-

some are carried on a cloud.

Some give way to the wind

And ascend with grace

to surface above such an ocean.

To feel warmth on their face,

  laying,

they trust what’s beneath

and they-

they float.