Exhaustion sure opens up

gates to worlds beyond one's mind

It's gripping there, you can't hold on

Bypassing structures you dive in

aligned and helpless, and unclothed

Your shoes are dangling from the sky

your time's a fog, your eyes - a guillotine

 

 

 

There's a bulk of info on me

out there

collected by every plant I've owned

hugged, touched

It has music, too

the colors of my walls

waters of the rains and wine

all the coffee roasts I brewed

I wonder if it's a spiral

that folder of what colour