Chasing round every corner into a dark alley
A subsequent scream and yearn for a normality and comfort
Shouting and singing mantra to satisfy your peace
Trying to touch abstract walls of contempt where bricks are wood and as the finger reaches
Out it strokes the edges and DNA lines become detached
Oh flee
Flee from Saturn bruises on your right arm
Crawl left
Where dust floats in sparing light
Harmony and virtues are baron and colourful ice and binary
Who’s turn is it
Stand up
Internal monologue needs casting
Before the pace of my shadow feet catch up
And before
The sun in the day becomes grey
Like the stone
In eyes.
