The hole is inside me,
I am inside the whole.
This iris shaped hole is black.
This black hole is the eye, that sees no more-
The difference, the opposites, the distinction.
But the oil floats on water.
And i float on the reveries.
And i drown in the reveries,
For the reveries are surreal.
And i am lost in the hole.
I close my eyes, and the hole is whole.