Some things don't fit in words
They bend the definitions
Like light at at a black hole
Dancing in tight spirals
That leak peace of mind out your ears
Some things swallow up the sun
So the light is hollow, flitting
Around the edges of illumination
You fold yourself tighter
Hoping to squeeze between letters
But you don't. You never could.
They just hang off your back
Dragging dust from the ground
Like bat wings
But you never learned to fly in the dark.