As of recent I find myself waking
Before a great idea lost
Of red illuminated clouds, in bleeding light
My arms lay limp
To the gentle plucking of invisible hands upon nerves
How unnerving; indeed, indeed
And all I can notice is the pressing weight of the looming clouds
That the skies are altogether moving
At such speed ! I am besides myself –
To wake up again among a baleful light of neither dawn nor dusk
Into the ticking-tocking of the clock
It is in fact my heartbeat
Pulsing its way upon the pillow of my conscience
Threaded out to chasing bus routes
And playing catch-me-not with Time.
Is it any wonder someone tried to rearrange the sun
Align the shadow of the stick this way and that
Ever since the first timetables of such.
I lay my head on the train tracks
Brilliant light – I am mindlogged.
* 2 more days…two more and 13 hours of sleep later the Duck will be back to drop feathers of nuisance everywhere she goes.