I
Dust
Opposite the Nadir
Short Lyrical Prose

[Source – Pixabay]
The igneous surface I am walking on has a tremendous sound stored in it, but in a dense state so that the land appears dead.
The colour is thick black; it stains me anew with every step that I take, entering breath by breath within.
Smog-heavy mood, like heavy chains, has made me hunchbacked. Hollow quietude stays along, walking next to my faint shadow.
I utter nothing, nothing at all – all noise is of the wind; the wind ruffles around greasily, overwhelming me with dullness.
The mind is whimsical, I tell myself after some days’ journey; I continue ahead.
Where to, I ask, am I going?
That was the last I heard from myself.
But I am still walking, walking towards what lies opposite the nadir.
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Broken footsteps lost the meaning.
Shouted calmness to me,
Something of nothing everywhere to see.
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Numb and dull still very much vain,
After all we humans reign.
Conquer the war, do it, do,
Push and pull if you can, pass the zoo.
Hello dear, how are you??
Fake greetings all so true.
Shy shy me, I don’t speak much,
Step on the quiet, world is such.
Move on, keep going,
Not living, just moaning.
Can see the sunrise, but I choose nightfall,
I hear the light, let me make a call.
Tall shadow, my mind reads,
Tear the earth and plant seeds.




Image by Anne Meadows from Pixabay
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