Kill the lights,
cut the music.
I want to hear silence
and see darkness.
Until the ringing in my ears
is deafening
and the dark takes on
a solid form.
Until I’m ready to go mad
with isolation.
Until the shape inside the darkness
reaches for me.
Until I’m ready to be enveloped
and abandoned,
cast aside in zero gravity;
a discarded astronaut.
Then,
give me one
pure light.
Then,
give me one
clear note.
Let the light start
as a tiny pinprick
and let the sound start low,
barely a whisper.
From a single point,
the light,
grows in intensity,
bright enough to wash out
the whole world.
And the sound rises,
slowly,
like a far away church choir,
or an engine,
miles off
and getting closer.
Let the light increase
in intensity,
until it’s nuclear,
burning up my shadow.
The heart of a star,
bleaching clean the page,
until not even the edges remain.
And the sound rises,
A high note,
an afterburner scream,
louder and louder,
until it is as loud
as the ringing in my ears.
Supernova.
Then silence.
And the light dies,
and I am gone,
atomized,
like I never was.
HG – 2019
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