Autumn Drift —
There’s an empty place I keep on seeing — Crows flock the corner in An alley of dreams Where leaves linger Wind stacks the air Clutters of visions — Your mouth haunting angles of the obscene movements stuttering moving limbs descend Adrift Atop Atomic Beneath Buried Burning Blinding awry aching... There’s a hole you insist filling — Repressed desires suffocating with insides you want none Insidious inside of me Impervious closing in All-encompassing every each a single thing Still Staying Still unmoving. There’s a storm — closing around corners covering curves of winter blowing breezing the gray reckonings of imagination indifferent insides of me irrevocable bricks laying around ashes ablaze.
Photo by Josh Datko
Oh God, this is beautifully aching, Rasmus. Such torment.
It's got the late autumn vibe. I like it