Dwell
Churn as if events were butter
Xray my brain
You’ll find gears for neurons
Grinding memories to a fine powder
Analyzing their details
Move on
What good is dwelling?
But I want a dwelling
Just not in this deep well
The housing market is bad for buying
I already have a dwelling
not selling
Never without shelter
Dwelling in my head
My body is foreign
And going unsaid
My head creates tangible in the ephemeral
Swimming in the inkwell
My body is tangible among fleeting
Flying thoughts
Butterfly catcher chasing
Not caring about bare feet on hard ground
Catch the target
Feet carry weight
Bleed they may
Rocks, splinters, trash impede
Do your job so I can fixate
A wind chime played
not by the rhythm of the wind
instead
by manic expectations
control
and hold
What noise I
Dwell
On here
Here
My body does not know there unless she were to go there
But then
Well, it would be here
Live in the dwelling of your body
And dwell without dwelling
Note from author: work in progress
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