BLACKOUT

Standing on the edge of water, scanning the horizon,
I watch the wind play.
Distant directions, thin and bleak,
Almost silent, dimly lit.
Time goes faster that way.
Home felt kind of stupid, ghosts walking in her bathrobe,
She has long curly black hair.
Low voices of murmur, subtle blood mornings,
eternity lies over everything that’s bare.
It feels as though,
Standing naked as a jaybird
Swearing and shivering, blood rushing.
Magenta clouds, peel of thunder,
Then they aren’t there at all.
What can you take along into the other realm?
This fleeting world, the desperate notes or your beating heart itself?
Moments and miracles , purple and yellow, death and despair .
High pitched silence and euphoria, all tossed on the chair
Butterflies, crystals, fossils and more fossils
How does it feel?
What can you do?
“Maybe you can just disappear. “