standing in the middle,
I see the society exist in simple terms,
not idle complications,
in front of me, around, behind every corner,
I watch the world
become part of the solution,
yet the island,
the rocks have a craggy exterior,
seems rather cutting,
they’re screaming …
words anyone can hear:
for whom you might say,
the rocks laugh like lapping waves,
a constant reminder of their own permanence
in a fluidity I cannot ever understand.
Perhaps I would rather not,
possibly, quite assuredly,
I wouldn’t want,
perchance, the telephone might not ring.
I walked inside this world
I didn’t feel like an exit would be necessary,
except just then,
someone, I don’t really know who,
perhaps it was me,
somewhere someone somehow,
in a timely manner,
shut yet another door.
The clouds had overcome my shadows,
to such a degree,
I didn’t know if I was standing in the clear,
I didn’t care,
If only I really didn’t want to know anymore.