Well.

The world’s been pretty crazy and I think my muse came down with something. No idea if they’re back, but I wrote a little poem anyway.

It’s not great, but I managed to squeeze something of value out of my mind for the first time in a long time.

It’ll have to do for now.

Enjoy.

Richard

In a nutshell (bound)

My mind is in entropy,
and no amount of empathy
can hold it together;
centre me.

Once-whole thoughts collide
like atoms, gaining speed like
heat, drifting apart ’til they’re solid
no longer; each half-life
of my unstable mind
spilling energy into the
endless
abyss

until I’m spent.

“It will all fall apart,”
they say,
“eventually.”
I nod and smile
as if I understand.

But I can’t stand (it)
anymore.

Subatomic thoughts,
charge like electrons
hoping to find their
equal pair,

bound in a
boundless space,
hoping

to balance the world
again.

But we’re too far
now

and it’s cold and I’m alone
out here

and all that’s left
is

deep

dark

nothing