Rooms and moods
time and feelings
rain and niceties

what should I write
On my bed, sirens
they whine on
while I think of the
I think of time
I think of words
I think of expression

I see things
things beyond words
things beyond expression
I see people
we are like ants
just like Earth is
from a distance far

I feel quaky but
I don’t feel small
I feel uncertain
of the future

the world feels unreal
as intangible as dreams
death becomes a topic
a dream in itself
what lies beyond this
I don’t know
you don’t know

I feel a squeeze
in my head, my brain
working overtime
my hands typing words
so true, sporadic

I see things
that cannot be expressed


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