i keep telling you
it's all in the mind, it's all in the mind
and you look at me
hinting that you cannot believe me because i also appear suspicious
about how convinced am i that it is all in the mind that it is all in the mind
our worries are all illusions
a shadow of a rabid dog keeps talking like hands on the wall of your room
a lizard spewing fire on the ceiling?
a floor for a storm at sea? faces turning into masks
and women turning into pins?
you are a thread and you are entering an eye of a
needle, biblical, and oft white against a candle of stones
i run to the sink to wash my face only to feel being drowned by smears of water
could have been a rain in the fields of cogon grass
but things are no longer the same now after a fire, a plunder, a groan
emotions tumble like kitchen glassware breaking below our feet
things like these become wars and we stop for a while and free ourselves
from the bondage of words: sshhh, you try to keep the trees at home with its leaves
shhhh, you keep my hands in your hands
calm down, calm down, there is someone dying in the other room
and the children are nowhere to be found.
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