By Kathryn Delsing
Phantasm
A rainbow of light flickers on the blank walls,
My eyes are playing tricks again.
If it doesn’t exist, it shouldn’t be seen —
But still I watch them nonetheless.
My eyes are playing tricks again,
I know this to be true,
But still I watch them nonetheless —
The flowers are turning to hands.
I know this to be true,
The insects morph into teeth,
The flowers are turning to hands.
Why can’t I look away?
The insects morph into teeth,
A rainbow of light flickers on the blank walls,
Why can’t I look away?
If it doesn’t exist, it shouldn’t be seen.
Dissolution
When fruit is bitter and water is sweet,
The pain of the unknown will be forgotten,
Never to be remembered again.
Let the ice melt the sea.
The pain of the unknown will be forgotten.
Nothing will be as it should be,
Let the ice melt the sea.
The water is already warm.
Nothing will be as it should be.
With burning glaciers and frozen deserts,
The water is already warm.
We all will be smothered and thawed.
With burning glaciers and frozen deserts,
When fruit is bitter and water is sweet,
We all will be smothered and thawed,
Never to be remembered again.
Sufferance
Wispy wind brushes against a wrothful tsunami
Why is there salt in the sea?
The fish drink the brine and so must we
A maelstrom of wrath — of which consumes me.
Why is there salt in the sea?
Look I do not, but still I see
A maelstrom of wrath — of which consumes me.
The end is nigh, but to what degree?
Look I do not, but still I see
Children turned to ash without a plea
The end is nigh, but to what degree?
There is naught I can do, except agree.
Children turned to ash without a plea,
Wispy wind brushes against a wrothful tsunami,
There is naught I can do, except agree
The fish drink the brine and so must we.