23 Ocak 2016 Cumartesi




WHICH SELF?
IN A DAYDREAM

Looking out through half open shutters
And
Half closed slats
One sees the overcast sky
And
Under-cast street

It is a time of fear and foreboding
The ethereal dimension of the selfless

Yet, there is unrest in the streets
The crevices between the cobblestones
And
The crannies around and beyond door steps
No longer filled with slinking, wriggling, silent secrets
Stay loud and mute

There is no excitement or boredom of survival


Just file upon file of soundless dragging of flickers of feeling
Marching  down  and  down  and  abysmal
The unrest of rest disturbed

Until new sets of limbs move the cobbles
And
The reverie of gloating depression is broken
Sad
Stale life returns

Reversing selflessness









cobbles

nooks

crannies

crevices

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