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My body is no longer tied to this rugged earth

by limbs too weighed down by darkness.

I'm floating, unfeeling, nothing but air.

The usual chaos has stopped its storm

and there is nothing but the beat that pulses through the air

until it numbs my thoughts.

Everything in my world has finally

stopped.

There is nothing but nothing.

And sometimes that's better than something.

Author's Note

I've been experimenting with formatting my poetry in different ways, like I have in this one. I'd love to know whether this is distracting or helpful to the flow and understanding and the feel of the poem. Thanks in advance for any comments and for the read :)