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.