#grayness

she would trade the world so gray

since she lost her way.

Køldun

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.