; lyht leaves the eyes—expelled by a relentless laesr of poignant realisation that reality is but absurdism x impossibility.

Saturday, 4 January 2014


the storm calms
torrential downpour diminuendos into a light rain
so light, the sun makes the sky light

my spot on the concrete is now dry
my clothes are dry
the sun breathes down on me like a fiercely hungry lion

to suffocate
to drown
nary a big difference

yesterday i had a dream
and in the dream
i cried because nothing had changed

i'm scared yet i am bold enough to take a step forward and another and another and another

it's been a long time since i've felt this energy
the persistent grating energy bursting from just below my skin
'keep going,' it says, pertinent and intrusive and agitated

it still feels like the tempest is brewing
at the bottom of my teacup

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