Vertigo Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Vertigo

For years
Many
Decades
Sun rose in its silver bed
To my left
Also sat, in bloody skies
To my right
I read the waves' pages
They said:
"Our movement is being
Stillness means death."

Like a fruit
I was plucked from place
And turned
The teeth dipped in flesh
I felt ‘a bite'

Sun rose to my right
Bloody sky is to left
No wave; Seas died
To me; and my eyes

Mountains rule
Hierarchically
The Dictators

What is right?
Where am I?

Hallucinated
Lost in darks

I search for:
Which?
What?
How?