Time is flying towards infinity
As an unknown operating system.
I’m losing programs from my machine
C drive is formatting without command
I’m a tree beside the street
and time is walking in front of me
I’m screaming on and on without sound
refraining without barricade.
Sorrow is a small virus dark blue
spreading spores into my blood
On the dining table a dream
or a yellowish green apple
Putting head under a sharp knife
to slice thickly as salad!
What is existing or non-existing
nothing can be shared
No pains can be measured
Is there anything beyond feelings?
Any flower sweet and unseen?
Any moon within clouds?
I’m losing pockets from my shirt;
Coins from wallet, spaces from hard drive...