I’m not eavesdropping

Eternity is the lurking beast
I try to keep under wraps.
I try not to ask it questions,
because when I ask, the response saps my soul
from me, and digs some ever-expanding hole
that tirelessly and unceasingly, swallows me whole–
and encases me in a prison
I cannot run, walk or even stand in–
I can only lie down, and feel the breath of Eternity
upon my chest–
the intoxicating air makes my head spin.

two breaths for every thirty chest compressions;
one.
.        breath.
.                        for fifteen–
every breath arduous, labouring against
the constrictions of the milking machine
that some time ago, was the empty void
of the mouth of Eternity which had given
some chilling reply.

This is what happens when I try to ask Eternity
my questions–
so I try not to ask it anymore.
but Eternity’s lips are seductive —
and sometimes I can’t help giving them a kiss;
a daring kiss. my legs teetering over the edge–
why here’s a mortal, flirting with Eternity–
ignoring all accusations of insanity.
the world melts away. I no longer feel the others;
it’s just me alone with Eternity, forevermore.

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Eternity lurks inside my head.
But I try to keep it under wraps.
Has Eternity swallowed me?
Or is it I who swallowed it?

But I try not to ask any more questions
If I cannot tell
.                               whether it listens
.                   from without
.      or within.