I fell asleep with a beam of light,
The lamp near my bed blinding me into oblivion
And in the darkness of my own lids, and my own mind
I rehearsed thoughts so dark they could swallow everything;
An imminent black hole where all the daylight beauty goes to die;
A vacuum that squanders every colour, and every flutter of the heart into ether.
And there, they cease to exist in their entirety.
Their memory, swept into a hologram,
dancing through the confines of an elusive mind.
“Catch me if you can” they laugh in disarray,
Zigzag towards them in an attempt to latch onto
The lint of their stagnant tangibility.