askew



Illuminating darkness rose on the verge of 
what is and what is becoming.  Loomed in 
glimpses just beyond the skyline lightning  
shook the sensibilities of vision.  Desire 
became an object of question.  Without fixed 
repetition streams of conscious became 
difficult to discern.  What time is space and 
what road does it follow?  Once on the road 
nowhere becomes a reference point.  Nowhere 
is always where you are and some where is 
the destination.  What if nowhere and 
somewhere were switched?  What if nothing 
became something and then nothing was 
desirable?  Would the forces beyond fields of 
nowhere and nothing become valuable?  
Fields of lightning and darkness staying just 
beyond vision.  Greenness of grass and the 
blue of the sky become nothing or even 
becoming the same nothing.  When you have 
nothing do you in fact have something? Or is 
nothing reality that has slipped askew in 
fleeting glimpses makes itself known in the 
fields of nowhere.  If you can be nowhere 
then you are somewhere.  Ambiguity makes 
you have meaning that isn't there or isn't it?  
If you have come to an end has it truly 
stopped existing or do pieces of it still 
remain?