BY DIEDERIQUE VAN DER KNAAP, ’18
Strangeness
Becomes me.
The soft grey
Of empty lights
Illuminating my preference
For unlit space.
A preference
For a lack;
How strange.
Strangeness
Surrounds me.
The quiet
Pierced
By inaudible clamor
Which only I hear.
The utterance
Of stillness;
How strange.
Strangeness
Inside me.
The quiet hum
Of an innocent ache
Reverberating
From within.
Seemingly
Shaking space;
How strange.
A moment passes;
How strange.
