afar corner

smothered in desiccate
feelings submerged
unable to think
or grasp myself out of this seal

is this not what i wanted?
to be cocooned
removed
un-violate?

a babble crossed this recent vacuum
like ants eating at the crust
insanity
the touch of the hatter
but could it have been real?

..they are far
....they are away
......they don't exist

honey-combed in a corner
my spirit
fed and nurtured by phantoms
of my inspirations
i can just barely meet....
a care

..she's gone
....she has died
......she is dead

no, i would have sensed something
i always endure too great
how could i not have touched this loss?
this necessary twine of my being
snapped of existence?

brain off-center
feelings aloof or suffocate
i completely missed the forecast
while bent into that nook

but how....
could i not have suffered the gap?