Dam

I know your iris better than I know myself. 

Iris the rainbow and Icarus who fell from it, feathers lost one by one till he spiraled into the ocean and drowned. Drowning in the ocean of your eyes, I despise how we do nothing despite all of life’s troubles. Mumbles is all we can manage in our state of amnesia haze. Like narcissus staring in his own reflection I stare at you for time immemorial, is this memorable? Thoughts and thoughts and thinking about what it was I was thinking about. My eyes burn and the blunt’s burnt out, how much time has passed? I pass it to you and you ablaze it with life. Life goes by, by the way what is life? 

A heavy numbness seized Daphne her feet so swift a moment ago stuck fast in slow-growing roots, her face was lost in the canopy, and she become a tree, trees, leaves, grass. The grass hopper we’re sitting in as we hop from high to low. Staring into middle distance, middle of the road, middling through life, middle finger pushed into the table to check that I can still feel.

Numbness, nests of thoughts pocketed in my mind, lost to comprehension. The walls kick like a womb, to the baseline of an unknown song, a song playing for hours, so many hours. My senses are gone, what sense does it make to move, I feel immovable like nature, a natural, neutral state of nothingness. Neutral is my gear of life, this gear making a cloud from my exhale, a hailstorm of tiny pins fall onto my mind, mindful of the tingling I fall back into my seat. The first move for so long, the longest moment stretching before you and I. I know you and I are thinking the same thing, telling each other stories without words, words are impossible to pronounce, to produce to persuade out of my body. The air between us hangs with a haze of thoughts, my head hangs and I hang onto this moment. I feel nothing and think.

I think therefore I am,

and I am, I know I am… about to be sick.