stirs me to inaction.
peace be the death of me,
while gently the bed is still.
limpid air, o perfect magnification
nothing more than a blur.
Here: where I press
against the bright lights
On each note, not so much a fuss;
then: I slipped away as another melody.
There is a soft murmuring going on in my room. Paralysed by the invisible appearance of this abomination, I slowly wake up to find myself in a blue-tinted room, which is my own. I stared blankly at the room that is no longer truly mine. I am sharing this world with this murmur. I have no voice to scream out, so l I listen with increasing gratitude that at least I hear, and what use is a voice, when it only points to the alien of my whereabouts? But I am certain that the beast knows I am there. I again try to move. Such stillness. The muscles of my once toned limbs will not work. I can now sense the impending doom. And then: I wake.
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment