I am late, flying the long detour
blocked my usual path this morning
another scaffolding
rising to grab a pack of the sky
entering the building for work
I see a thousand blinding lights
each emblazoned
with many shades and colours
of the same words
'I want' 'Give me' 'Done yet?'
'Deadline'
'Give me' 'Give me' 'Talk to me'
echoing many times over
I cowered into my cabin
crawling into the cave
dug in through the wall
and hung upside down
like a bat
this is a yogic pose
mindfulness meditation
I'm seeking out solace
when did the week end?
Swaths of air answered
in a language of hushed silence,
spat down by a giant Catherine wheel
hung from the roof.
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 4:39 PM UTC
I am late, flying the long detour
blocked my usual path this morning
another scaffolding
rising to grab a pack of the sky
entering the building for work
I see a thousand blinding lights
each emblazoned
with many shades and colours
of the same words
'I want' 'Give me' 'Done yet?'
'Deadline'
'Give me' 'Give me' 'Talk to me'
echoing many times over
I cowered into my cabin
crawling into the cave
dug in through the wall
and hung upside down
like a bat
this is a yogic pose
mindfulness meditation
I'm seeking out solace
when did the week end?
Swaths of air answered
in a language of hushed silence,
spat down by a giant Catherine wheel
hung from the roof.
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