Changeling
CHANGELING
photos strike me and
everything
is beautiful… I find books
mark passages with pencils
pens and paperclips
all blue a
favourite color
into the bathroom
shut the door
locked it twice
adjusted water
red the hue
the knocking
commenced felt
intense faded
into a backward hum
to match the drum in
my dead head
just one focus on
slivers of stainless
steel and everything
becomes real
again
I feel fine
just fine…
and you?
are you a
changeling too
© Kim van Breda—28 October 2015
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