A Few Days Before Leaving

The last two years have

been something like a

blur, growing, associating

feelings with objects.

Emotions stored inside

songs playing on mute

inside subconscious.

Sounds shift

as if they

were entire lives

in and

of themselves.

Music ebbs then

flows into

seas of passing

images which will disappear

for forever.

The waves

were significant only when

there was impact with the

sand which makes up myself.

Unexpected Murmur

digital deterritorialization

browsing through pictures

at least they exist in some form

 

leaning back

contraption on the lap

browsing through

 

experience mitigates aches

severity, overblown and misrepresented

nature has become irrelevant

 

mental reterritorialization

tired of words about words

people want images

 

not imagery

only thoughts

tired of poems about poems