abyssia

paradise
for the lost
and the found
to tremble
at the feet
of the coffee maker
tiny dot footprints...
and the laser
forms the beam
that we straddle -
tread upon
it eats your eyes
your windows
close.

the air is
so close, so dense
just breathe
remember to breathe
suspense
suspending breath,
imagination,
belief - to see
through the windows
of another.

suggestion box
fills with frills
sly as a fox
she says nothing
nothing at all
with a billion words
a billion worlds
of nothing.

i found a thought
dropped it
at the lost, and found
paradise.