Holes

Depth, size, shape, location,
Factors that affect your mood,
Your state of mind.
Bottomless pits are the worst.
They'll hit you the hardest
Scientifically because of potential energy
If you ever reach the floor.
But psychologically,
There's a loss of earth,
Weeks are light and floaty.
Reality is an illusion,
Like a magic trick performed all wrong
Got you stuck in another dimension
Because the science behind it wasn't fleshed out.
You're living in two parallel universes
Running through both
Crossing into the other
Each different but can't be told apart.
You can't survive in two worlds.
You can't bear that pressure.
It's inhuman.
You're delirious.
In search of the answers to questions
Or is it questions to answers
Questions that lead to questions
Lead you to your mind.
A piece of muscle
That can't be flexed
Without a crossword with hidden meanings
Codes and ciphers to drive you crazy
Are you even in control of yourself?
Actions that are inexplicable
Like that wrong turn on the way to the supermarket
Away from that crime scene
Which had clues to your existence
Scrubbed clean of luminol
Nothing to decrypt it.
It's left you empty without purpose.
The quest is over.
That heaviness in your chest
Is a hole in your brain.
A mere bit of data that went missing.
But bits fit into bytes
That grow into gigabytes
And soon you're left with
Traces of information.
Incomplete, inconsistent, incoherent
Incapacitated.
Scattered in forks of time
You're getting left behind.
Catch up to yourself.
To that brain that keeps whirring
In constant need of comfort
From unknown familiarities.
A separate part of you
Detached from the world
Nothing to keep you grounded.
Missing soil can't hold you in place.
Patched up holes leave a mess.
Rusty computers
With information half lost
The rest recovered
In attempts to fix the memories
You'd rather not remember.
Old mixes with new
Sand replaces clay
Or clay replaces silt.
Soil that is lost
Has more likely been used elsewhere
To cover up other holes
Put a lid upon
The remains of disturbances.
It'll happen to you too
So that you may not
Further dig into rock while
Prospecting for gold.
Gold found in rivers
Washed along with the flow
Of time and space
Sieved into nuggets
By astronauts looking for moonrock
During a supernova.
Supernovas can go two ways:
A new star or
A black hole
That takes in everything
Leaving large blanks in your mind.
Your attempts at filling those blanks
With forceful words
Leaves you with bad grammar and
Too much punctuation.