Put a crease in my life
To mark the place where I am
Confusion of delusion?
The tightening of time
These fluctuations
Haunting me with their colour
I need a monochrome
Where nothing has been done
Future taunts my freedom
My placing is mystery
Escalation or education?
So much to loose
There could be somewhere
Where they have dropped the bomb
And life is not ashamed
There is a hole in the ground
Throw me in and cover me over
As I choke, breathing the earth
The air is dreaming
Whistle on gristle
The life of the other side
Brick
Not plaster
This perception
Is company enough
Black sea blocks out the sun
The space grows wide