Absense of thought.

      Give me lots of space.
      Space enough to breath,
      enough to fill the gaps in my knowledge.
      With an absence of light and tangled cracks,
      a map of dark holes in my mind.
      Of secret places where I can hide,
      without fear of being found.
      On the bounds of where everyone goes,
      but never truly see.


    (c) 19 February 1999 17:43, Fnagaton.