well, this is new.
i am shuffled from room to street to hall to tram to stair to door
and so on, as we try to see everything for a moment,
always counting on time to carry us to the right place.
the colour. I am tucking away prejudices into
warm Breugels and shadowy Klimts,
picking up new scenes to store in my eyelids and eyelashes.
(One step closer to home, so many things remind me of where I will be in a few weeks.)
For now, I’ll silence the thought train and just climb on pure unconscious reaction
roaring, refusing to form critical thought or opinion,
we float on the current, forwards.