– Obelisk –
I spread myself into the emptiness of spaces,
until I have become the space which I inhabit.
The volume of things no longer fills me
with that sense of loving contentment.
I edit me down to byte size;
Fractals moving inward,
growing smaller and smaller,
until my particles collide.
Your chosen path of lesser experiences
should not be a stone upon my back.
The volume of your possessions
does not compare to the weight
of my emotional substance;
There is no more meaning of it in my mind.
This disease of substitutions
has slowly consumed me,
until at last I am buried alive.