Recursa Absurda

Straight lines, sepia The suppression of unwanted thoughts Like time spent in sensory deprivation Time spent in a droning room Under sterile light hums, practically drooling The vacuum of most moments As standard as cinder blocks Punctuated by things so washed out, they'd pass as monochrome Blobs moving by on the way to unimportancees Stagnancy, cave drips, supermarket music, traffic Grey meat, mushy greens, halfway through it sighs- So I can get to the chair squeaking, the plate clanging The soft plodding, then the mattress compressing The sum total of all the overcast days, the green paddocks The failing businesses, the mossy tin roofs A library corner at recess Drab, yellow eyelids, yellow teeth, yellow breath Yawning, dozing, fidgeting, staring, tossing, turning Exchange money for goods and services Take out the bins Go there then back Take some pictures Sit down Stand up Lie down. . . . What is this, this hole at the end of time? . This dot at the end of the line? . Aromas in a room, faces formed now turned . Gurgling down a sink, slipping through my hands . Where is this place I am? Where the music lilts softer than a breeze- And I sway forever in reveries. . Where is this place I am? Where the music lilts softer than a breeze- And I sway forever in reveries. . Where is this place I am? Where the music lilts softer than a breeze- And I sway forever in reveries. . Where is this place I am? Where the music lilts softer than a breeze- And I sway forever in reveries. . Where is this place I am? Where the music lilts softer than a breeze- And I sway forever in reveries. . Where is this place I am? Where the music lilts softer than a breeze- And I sway forever in reveries. . Where is this place I am? Where the music lilts softer than a breeze- And I sway forever in reveries. . Where is this place I am? Where the music lilts softer than a breeze- And I sway forever in reveries. . Where is this place I am? Where the music lilts softer than a breeze- And I sway forever in reveries. . Where is this place I am? Where the music lilts softer than a breeze- And I sway forever in reveries. .