Person on the other side

Between the here and now there is a void empty center to time,
A simple, nearly inconcievable notion
that a gap splits the space between my fingers tapping the key board
or my words slipping from my lips
a space, unmeasurable
and in that space i find stillness
i find disgrace
i find your face
staring back in the untimeable timezone
of existance
wether it be black or white
i can see the gap
sucking me in
sucking me in so slowly so powerfully so knowingly empty and real and full
and alive
i am dead.
i am dead in the circle
in the gap
of the hole
in time
can you hear me
oh person on the other side
can you see me
staring straight into your beaty eyes
who the ***k am i?
In this unmeasurable existance
of this earth
where i plant my feet
where i speak
where i run
where they call me bleak
who the ***k am i?
oh lords of our spot in the sky
of the space that is black
they say its white
but they lie
lords
lords
beyond that blackness
beyond that blackness
is white
is crystal
is green
is blue
is purple
i cry
because i never knew
that the color beyond
that blackness that i spy
is no color at all
but rather a nothingness
a nothingness
is what i ponder
as they stare at you and i
a nothingness is what i dream of
as i try to touch your hand to mine
oh person
oh person with nothing eyes
oh person that i cannot see, conceive
wether you live or die
or breath or fly
oh person
dear person
oh object
oh spirit
oh nothingness amoung the nothingness
dancing on the other side
who the ***k am i?