whirl

Posted by Author on November 24, 2018 · 1 Comment 

under the heel of tomorrow
you look and you sigh and
all that you know becomes dust –
the ever changing veins of roads
tango around your pulse and
you look and you sigh and
all that you know has always
some other shape, some other
scent, maybe even some other name,
but you know it’s still there,
you know you’re still here,
you’re the ultimate pivot of your life…
under the heel of tomorrow
you look and you scream and
all that you hear is the spice of winds,
the fractal echoes of
your heartbeats –
wasps buzzing drunken with sunlight
going faster and faster
round and round an invisible axis
in search for a reason to simply
L E T G O !…
………………..
under the heel of tomorrow
you look and you hush and
all that you are
becomes
d
u
s
t…

© Liliana Negoi 2018

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