Everness
Created | Updated Mar 16, 2004
The rain drips into my thoughts
They shiver and shrink inward
Like a reticent butterfly.
Voices drone on the tin sheets of my ears
and fall off dry;
Nothing leaks in.
Where is the rattling fan?
Where lurks the overpowering ennui?
Drowsiness creeps up my spine…
Joined only by screeching crickets
picking apart the entangled visions
Weaving a riotous, tiresome confusion
And silence breaks the monotony of sounds;
A distant bus lumbers past,
The road bringing noises in Dolby Surround
Tonight misses Hitchcock; uninteresting silence
rends the expectant air; nothing’s happening
Only the clocks haven’t stopped
Can’t wake up; the dream’s real
Everything moves in stillness
An orchestra of dogs sets up a symphonic howl
But the moon’s hiding – or is it the
clouds that hide in the moonshade?
The rain drips on… and a butterfly screams
They shiver and shrink inward
Like a reticent butterfly.
Voices drone on the tin sheets of my ears
and fall off dry;
Nothing leaks in.
Where is the rattling fan?
Where lurks the overpowering ennui?
Drowsiness creeps up my spine…
Joined only by screeching crickets
picking apart the entangled visions
Weaving a riotous, tiresome confusion
And silence breaks the monotony of sounds;
A distant bus lumbers past,
The road bringing noises in Dolby Surround
Tonight misses Hitchcock; uninteresting silence
rends the expectant air; nothing’s happening
Only the clocks haven’t stopped
Can’t wake up; the dream’s real
Everything moves in stillness
An orchestra of dogs sets up a symphonic howl
But the moon’s hiding – or is it the
clouds that hide in the moonshade?
The rain drips on… and a butterfly screams
