Ode.

i woke up and so did you

and we faced each other

panting

-did you just...-

-you saw it...-

and then i couldn't look any longer

at you

with your same skin and smile

your hair falling like something forgotten

turned and ran

like drumbeats

like fire

like all the lonely thoughts 

that shoot towards the stars

and bend in the atmosphere

to fall warped and broken

at the feet of some casual god

who nudges them aside not looking

and comments on -the way people litter these days

it's shocking-

i was in a new world

that was somehow

being created just beyond my eye-reach

and i spun and whirled

and drove my feet trhough grass

as green as kindergarten colouring

over hills and valleys

what a beautiful world

laughing and loving and alone

alone and laughing

loving these spaces and these skies

that unfurled like a flag behind me

i turned around

and then stopped laughing

because i had no breath

no lungs to breathe it with

because the world

just out of eyeshot

was deconstructing

in a massive jaw-tearing way

like shreds of cardboard caught 

in some infernal machine

that shrieks and cries and is silent

dying without dignity

without despair

with only noise and motion and silence

as if nothing was nothing

and always would be

so i kept running

in my small sphere of existence

with crazy colours

and the world wrapping up to hold me

like an embrace

of suffocating grave

i did not know

and did not stop

but turned and spun and climbed

like a creature escaping the hunt

i fell down a hill and onto a road

a sand road

that hardened and grew

into small loose gravel

that spit out as i passed it

and then sheets upon sheets

of concrete that would not bend

nor notice me as i ran

and then i was at a gate

and lines of gates

with iron and tin sharpened and curved

like a portion of spring

causght in something solid

i slowed but kept going

unitl i turned without knowing and opened

the door the black and white door

and up the steps and through the hall

in my monochrome home

watching while my fingertips

took on shades of grey

i looked and climbed

like the small cars that children place

on careful magnetic tracks

that spin and turn

always on the verge of losing control

as they go where they were destined

climbed into bed

next to what could be

a pile of pillows

or a person

as black and white as i

and closed my eyes

for only a second

-did you see it too..-

-did you just...-

and i ran again.

to megan.