this is where it starts
in a light flooded room
with no windows
with no doors

i stand in the middle
there is no shadow cast

come sing with me
that song without words
that rhymes with anything
we can think to say

come draw on the walls
strange shapes in neon
dinosaurs and cats
play happily in the fountain

come read that book
ten thousand lines long
with pages made
of crinoline from your skirt

it ends abruptly
words fade to silence
the fountain goes dry
the book disintegrates

you are gone too
i am left wanting

in the glaring light
there is no way out
only deepening confusion
about my reality

glb /// “reality”
originally published 10/26/2013

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