isolation_illumination now_now underwater alone porcelin vessel the muted sounds of the mundane [read: finite] blur in sound if you could imagine sound as striping color with a sudden splash of paint thinner you are swimming in the noxious chemical eraser the mind wanders to nothing & nothing answers the unasked questions with silence the heart beats pulsing behind closed waterlogged wall-eyes bloodshot color red backlit curtain [read: blinding not-quite-blackness] this is the stuff of hallucinatory nothingness the void of being ineffable connection alone isolation_illumination floating suspended a singular heaven until slick pucker-tipped fingers curl and with straining muscle atrophied sinew the grip [your grip] lifts you from oblivion 080303 what's it to you? who go blather from