Surrealism Ix
This morning is awkward.
The sun is not rising at all.
My pain is turning into an ******,
My breath is slowing down,
And my thoughts are numbing.
Eileen is standing up
In the other side
Of the river;
Looking north.
It becomes more absurd:
The river has been flooding
Constantly
For three years.
The water never reached me.
I was told the desert disappeared
Ever since.
I am still watching my feet.
My worry about Eileen
Interrupts my attraction to my dry feet.
She is always in my mind;
Even we never met, and
We never talked.
My obsession of my feet
Turned into an obsession of Eileen.
Time dissolves in the flatness of the space
Eileen dissolves all the absurdities.
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