Retreat (Poetry)

25th June 2017
I have come to this quiet place
not to think
but not to think
I need to rid my mind of thought
eradicate all suspicion of ideas
break up that crowd — disperse it
then take possession of the vacancy
in the soft twilight where no one
asks anything of the silence
and peace seals all lips

This space is called absence
it has no colour and no form
it cannot be described
except in abstract terms
The elements dissolve into each other
here I drift through nothing
all sensation suspended —
a sleep within a sleep
for an eternity less than a minute
but time enough to save me
from myself.