A Lesson from Loneliness


STRAW MEN IN THE FIELDS OF THE MIND

Nothing stays the same when you look at it

for long enough. There always remains

an empty reality in the centre, a little town

abandoned by the imagination;

as soon as someone has been there,

they tend to talk a lot less. It’s a feeling

of being in the middle of something,

only you don’t know where you are

or what surrounds you:

a swinging pendulum

that touches the extremes

but never reaches equilibrium.

I want to lie down in the snow

and let it blissfully cover me,

like a lost, exhausted soldier.

Published in Martello

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