Dark sheets of pain.
It was a joke
Intended to be funny to me
But often the water can flow in reverse
The words deciding to walk on their own
And all you can do is follow...
I walk under this sheet under cloud
Under a predictive galaxy
Full of mistakes
Arms full of silver
Slivers of acute pain
Inaction the order of the day
Through and across rain soaked cobbled streets
Twisting ankles
Slipping souls
Daylight memories vaporise like
Fog
Replaced in the ether by strangled voices
Happy words floating on ice cream sundaes
Nothing is real now
Voiceboxes causing rifts in the system
Cracks in the pavement to swallow me
Up
Names drop
Faces fall
Grins stretch across the quiet horizon
The start of this morning resonates
And reflects the beginning of this year
The end of the last life
Full of mistakes
Arms full of silver
Slivers of acute pain
Inaction the order of the day
We remain happy in our solitude
Energised by our lack of solace.
