It is not a black place
\nbeyond the edge of time.
\nIt is the impossible dimension
\nof nothing,
\nwhich fumbles with strangers
\nwailing at its wall.
\nWhere fossils put themselves
\nand close their eyes,
\nand locks are made without keys
\nto open them.
\nIt is how we begin and end,
\nin the blink of an eye.
\nWe rise from an impossible sleep
\nand begin to die,
\na dream
\nending in a room full of wind,
\nblowing through its windows.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
It is not a black place beyond the edge of time. It is the impossible dimension of nothing, which fumbles with strangers wailing at its…<\/p>\n