The Endless Echo of a Closing Door

In Evenings, I am the Periphery of an Island and its superior, transient Horizon
Before Sunrise, Unbearable Pressure between my Eyebrows, caused by the massive, fat letters decaying on the bottom of my skull… which in order, would represent:
[A Bloating, Skull-Filling Word that stings Gently from the Inside]

Before Sunrise, whispers slide quietly through eaten-empty hallways:
MY GOAL IS TO REMAIN WHOLE… as the door closes (again and again), leaving an ENDLESS ECHO, shamelessly dominating the sound of my whispering voice, My Goal is to Remain Whole, My Goal is to Remain Whole, My Goal is to Remain Whole, My -- until it merges with the Endless Echo. The Whispers are indistinguishable, unless you were there from the Beginning (which you are -- I can see the recognition in your eyes).

Meanwhile, in the Other Room:
A net of cobwebs beneath sun-drenched windows
The musty smell of a dead person's lamp
Delightfully-absorbed, Yellow light upon the Outside
[A bloating, skull-filling word still stinging gently from the Inside]

AN INNUMERABLE AMOUNT OF FALLING PLANKS
[The balloon-like word continues to sting on the Inside]

Meanwhile, in the Other-Other Room:
Skin got caught between the edges of laminate. I remove it with grace.

In Evenings, I am the Periphery of an Island and its superior, transient Horizon
Before Sunrise, Unbearable Pressure between my Eyebrows, caused by the massive, fat letters decaying on the bottom of my skull... which in order would represent:

[THERE'S SOMETHING WARM IN EVERYTHING]

 

 

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