Crash

Drifting between the boundary of being and nothingness

An ephemeral curtain hangs swaying

All desire, and pain, and rage, and anguish

An invariant boundary here lying

Peering through the curtain i see a light

Unmentionable by words

The colour of the light i couldn't say

The pull is unmeasurable, lines blurred

This side of the curtain lies hope and despair

The other a miasma

The curtain says not if to approach or not

Maybe the colour of the veil is a drama

Written on the curtain are countless words

Unbounded by restrains of language or logic

It hangs steady yet moving at once

This pull, is it ironic or tragic

I read a few words and see a meaning in them

Yes it all makes sense now

The other indecipherable scrawls i ignore

And to the momentary glimpse i bow

Stuck in perdition flows through me

A dilemma unresolvable by thought

Try and jump across a door that doesn't exist

The last passing thought forgot

The pull from this side is strong

Binding l, constraining me

The other side holds promise

Of a better colour to see

Yet that colour i can't name

The veil i can't cross

Stuck here, chained

Who am I, I forgot