Wednesday, 30 January 2019

199

Horizontal

On a horizontal line
lain on a grass mattress
do I keep an eye
whilst wrapped up by the stars.


Now, immobile, petrified
on this spot I endlessly sigh
yearning for understanding,
comprehending what's going on.

A battery of tests
turned out to be life -
routines, health, love
of all do I pretend to care.

On a horizontal line
lain on a grass mattress
do I seem to slowly die,
die to meet you tonight.

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