The faint buzz of swollen noise
Lies in my hearing.
The room swelling & swaying through the
Words hurled at my brain.
The overexposed branches rise up
Behind the tiled grey triangles.
The flushed sky an indistinct thick paste-
Colorless-
Lies heavy above us.
The tone of urgency quick & clipped- slightly reprimanding.
“Fill your mind” before the words dart & bounce
& disappear quicker than little foxes
darting into the cracks in the room. Seeping
through the door & the floor.
Before lies a million tiny hairs stretching
Out their fingers, cautious – waiting
For the unexpected guillotine to quench
Their effort – merciless
& unqualifying.
Deep thin canyons line perpendicular
Fingers. Slowly spreading into
Unidentified grids of red texture.
Clear to blurry to clear. The world fades
In & out slowly, slowly, the
Lid is sinking down – Vignetting
into blackness.
Being led- forced - into a frame work
The cattle drivers of our mental formation
Grates the independent spark that
Flutters, spits, sparks &
Sometimes shrinks so small
-it seems almost nothing is there at
all.
But then the fact of
Oppression comes roaring
Back into a flood of fire.
Life truly is an open
Road stretching far and
Bowling around us. A
Soup of the conglomerate circumstances.
Vaults slamming – flashes
Of strong memory. Strange
Bits- ragged torn-
Blow up & disappear.
Strange- forgotten
Hunger- forgotton
Memory of hunger. Why
Do mouths move in
The rhythm of cyclical
Chewing? Daily, monthly,
Yearly- out of necessity
Or pattern? Living breeds
(thoughts) – thoughts
begat action-
the
nature of Sound & Life
&memory. Grab the rope
the splintered strands
together give strength
to the whole. In life is hope.
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