you wouldn't
understand tho

when you're so steep on the curve now
learning that
that there will be no more light escaping
to cast distracting shadows on the wall
looking like plateaus
and lulling you to sleep
so it all keeps rushing away from you till your selves have
made you sick
and blindly now,
(here to great surprise) so
haphazardly
stumbling
(as i always said it would
be and never believed it )
on in

a frozen kaleidoscopic image
of me

there is a depth
of sensation
that can never
be quite measured
but exists where
the lines
or the curves
or the brush off into
nothingness leaves
the
artist alone
and you staring
at his precarious perch
on a wall of time