Senses are broken,
I have to make the light
And imagine what it feels like..
I’m too soon for that world,
The light doesn’t reach me,
It’s just noise, broken,
Confused, superior,
Glowing beside me like a child,
Wanting texture and mauve,
The tree,
There was supposed be a tree,
There will be no fruit this spring,
Eyes are open growing bigger,
In this darkness bigger,
The whole world inside,
And I don’t feel anything,
And I can’t learn..
The walls are wet..
I slip as I try to stand