58. a small parting of clouds is a colossal event, the sun is so bright
a small parting of clouds is a colossal event, the sun is so bright, the leaves are all right if they stay still, if they move there are too many leaves, i am dropping away like fruit, standing in my own mould & rot, i have lost my delicate mind to worms, my skin that is punctured all over, i am tingling from the blows, fading away like light, everything is vague, fogged up, i am drifting through echoey pipes, tunnels of air, noises jump in & out, i can't seem to break through, nature is two-dimensional, clusters of leaves become confusion, the sun on my skin feels odd, the light is too heavy for my frail skin to carry around, the warmth is weighing me down, nothing is filtering through the dark canopy of my thoughts, then everything becomes suddenly clear, i am no longer confused, somebody from somewhere is out to get me, this is why all the bad things have been happening, everything is becoming absurdly related, everything i am hearing or seeing amazingly adds up, it is death that is coming to get me, the wind that moves in the grass, that shifts the landscape to the right, has death in it |
