A cold soliloquy
A long way off I see
a horse
and then at last the smoke arises.
Why can’t I decide?
Why did I wait for
the things I need to survive?
The patterns and the past
The mirrors and the glass
A tightrope and a towline
and the convolutions.
I won’t suffer a meager fate, no.
Help you and I’ll help me
A long way off I see
a horse
and then at last the smoke arises
Why can’t I decide?
Why did I wait for the things I need to survive?
Living in the lottery...am I next?
I’m in the lottery...am I next?
