Change the way you
think you’re escaping
toward the blue and fuzzy,
bleeding into a wash.
[Ask me not to say it.]
Awake from the night-
mare of I
founded on a misconception—
this place that is no place,
unspeakably alone,
where nothing happens
like cloud-shadows.
Sources:
Chaos Theory: A Unified Theory of Muppet Types by Dahlia Lithwick
Quotes from Ulysses by James Joyce
The Best 100 Closing Lines from Books
Letters To A Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke
Chapter 1 of The Time Machine by H.G. Wells
Blueprints and Others by John Ashbery
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