Distance

I need distance. from this claustrophobic omnibus, this strangulation of stanzas and scenes. I need to turn blind to the intoxicants of vision, a withdrawal from dense dreaming. I need to gaze upon the great nothing, to rest in blankness, to forget the need for form and function. I need to leave the room of heat land solitude, to wander with my body on streets full of ghosts, to keep safe distance from the lure of loneliness.

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