HERE

Times bring us here
what an interesting place to be
Life is close
I am sitting, looking, living near
Not part of any sphere.

It appears I must be here
A void exists and scrapes at the edge
I am conscious, breathing, hearing neil
Just outside my reach.

All the bastards will ignore you here
the grasp becomes so difficult
I am hoping, wishful, anticipating
Worry consumes the spectrum.

Is it possible to hear
those voices stretching out across
Without face, I am disappearing
Find me lost, but here.