🌫️ Gray Above 🐋
A narrow road ahead. I looked to my left, peered in calm through my window— And there it was: The “lip”—or was it an eye? Perhaps it was a beast.
The great gray whale who glided gently above the flat, grass-haired cadaver of my homeland— Once a desert cast out to sea, But in time, a marshland, all too unsightly for the frail-hearted to bear by the minute.
Do you hear that? We have a narrow road ahead of us. I can’t quite tell what it is. Pinch me—what a delirium.
The buzz of a bee. The siren of war. That painful humming I can never trace, That deprives me of simple rest.
The dampness in the air that heralds a horde of— What a goddamn miserable place.















