Moving
I will move in the direction of on,
Which has no shape Or direction at all It will lead me to places I cannot see or feel yet But to move in the direction of on, Is very much different Than moving in the direction of off, That is a place I will not travel. While there is no pain in the land of off, There is very little pleasure Especially Of the kind that hugs your heart And sates your hungry soul No, I will not travel in the direction of off. But I must move. Because the place in the middle That is still and frozen Is a greater hell than any pain. People move about And smile And nod Like a silent film Where a word of truth Would break the empty silence And all I want to do is shout. No, I will not sit in this hell. I would rather let go Of every false image I created Dropping them As I dance Moving In the direction of on