my cells have their own theories and fruits of dying even porcelain dreams when I am with you I enter the tunnel of vision I can see better what happens with fused from confused me and him trapped in the asylum of gestures somnabulists through our own skins while they are busy scrolling God forbid to hear the sadness of a time that is getting darker and darker
coming home at half past dusk my body is so very weary my fingers are cold my tummy empty my thoughts are of home as i trudge my way through the darkness
a darkness that falls like autumn leaves.
from late afternoon the darkness settles on the ground
starting with the sky it falls like a billowing eiderdown onto a cold autumnal bed
twilight flutters and spiraling down it slips quietly between the streets filling fields
covering in layer upon layer of blues and violet hues upon the houses and the buildings below
tiny stars begin to glow as the sky turns to indigo
dreams fall upon the cars and their lonely passengers
radios on heater cranked to ten
everyone yawning with wishes of home waiting for the lights to change
commanders of stop and go the sentry lollipops are shining their beams that dazzle so bright
like stars that burn my eyes as only i can see the mirage of wondrous colours
its funny how the imperfections in my vision make the ordinary extra ordinary as i am blinded by something not real unreal more than ordinary
glorious illusions of glittering light and as i slowly open and close my eyes playing with the beams to elongate bend and dazzle red, gold and green blinking in disbelief at the traffic lights delight
night falls and dutifully it carpets the world
from work to home from home to work from work to home...
ad infinitum
coming home at the end of the day to the aroma of stew the warmth of love
my key opens the lock to a temporary freedom
and the so begins the unwinding of the machines fingers the hamster wheel stops at the door and gratitude fills my soul as i walk in through the real world portal