The
crowd, inside my head
strangely
never runs out
of
scavenger thoughts that walk like ants
dangling
in line like threads
just
like this...................(ants)
and
sporadic ideas
of
erupting passion
dances
without a song
teasing
me for a chase
but
im staying here
as
I draw a portrait
of
liquid images
me,
swiftly sailing
in
an ocean of light
that
illuminates the broken bulbs
kept
in the locked neurals
not
too much and its like
Olber's,
a many, but not enough
to
patch the darkness in between
the
deep spaces, only I knew
and
yet words uttered
gets
lost in the distance
like
persisting drought
of
sound in vacuum
wide
and intertwined maybe
but
yet, this secret universe
doesnt
know what its like
to
pulsate a human life
that''s
adiabatic...