light enough to float
oh my, eyesland.
hallucinate i'm there again
(as if i ever was)
cockatrices never left him
realises it's the mayhem
of silence
and cries of children.
fasts for hours
approaches inebriation
but never quite grasps hold
settles with mild,
mental retardation.
and laughter in the ear.
little waver that once was near.
the water is warm.
the surface is clear.
blood vessels all working
to keep the breath here.
1 comment:
funny...you try to write about how something else makes you feel...in this case, Sigur Ros' Takk album...and it comes out being what you feel...in a different light.
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