An Endless Abyss

The facts don’t matter anymore
I found what you’re looking for

I heard a tear in the dark, in the fabric of the night
Free-falling off the frame that holds worlds upright
I felt freedom break free, turn autonomy
A singer, a whisper, a whimper

Silence

The room was pitch
The table, set
The belly, full
A hollow chest

The light went dim
Crumbs are left
The belly, full…

And there at the bottom of the bottomless pit
I stooped at the end of an endless abyss
A memory disfigured, the senses insist
What’s lost, what you’ve been looking for
What doesn’t matter anymore



© 2025 Colin Heinrich