which way is up?
"I woke up to a sky painted."
A sky painted.
A sky out of a painting
A painted sky.
little more than a stroke and a scribble
Dibbling paint and macabre waves
Against a smoky canvassed page.
This deadening sky did not whisper
This deafening sky did not scream
This soulless sky did not whimper
Or call me and beg to be seen.
The painted sky pains me
Because the painted sky
Traps me
On this shapeless
Never-ending vanilla page
It etches and sketches and binds me.
I look left and right
Try to tell the north from the west
But the further I get
The closer I am
To not knowing anything at all.
The painted sky reminds me
That for every lover
Every friend
There is a farewell
An inexplicable
Inescapable
Almost abrupt
Fanatical
end.