Invisible

There you float above me now
Like heaven’s dirigible
Clouds have long obscured your light
Clinging to what’s visible

Echoes span the chasms grown
Massive – are they bridgeable?
Actions rest and eyes inquire
Wants – are mine permissible?

Thunder calls from where you were
The noise – a world so risible
Fractures stain like acid rain
Everything – divisible

Under where the gray expands
Conditions hardly livable
Hidden here beneath your loss
A heartbeat made invisible

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About A. P. Christopher

I'm a cynic, a nihilist, and a pessimist. I'm a hermit filling the interior walls of my empty cavern with the words and pictures of a mind adrift in disparity. I also like lifting weights.
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