test patterns
Falling again
Eternal spiral down
Into the depths of dark skies
Moonscapes
Burnt trees
Pain and deep blue seas
Cold coffee on the stove
And yet I sit
Staring at nothing.
With a crash and a roll
The thunder starts
Followed close by rain.
Outside it's dry
It storms only in my head
Twisting turning
Fields of grey
Souls impaled on spikes
From what I run
I still don't know
And the rain still falls.
So, so tired
Yet I can't sleep
Visions of red and black
Fill my tortured mind, soul, head
That, and test patterns
Simple
Yet soothing in their innocence
Unfeeling
Never experiencing change
Or pain
They continuously remain
The same.
The coffee is still cold
The sun has gone down
Yet I don't notice at all
Everywhere I turn
I see test patterns on the wall.
Bright lights fill my vision
Streetlights, sirens
Headlights on cars
I wonder what a traffic light feels
When no one sees it change
Streetsigns, billboard advertisements
Trying to influence me
While expanses of sand
Unending
Yet with no origin
Leave me alone
Wondering where to begin
Who sweeps the desert clean?
Do picnic tables hibernate in winter?
And if they do, why can't I
Hide away from clear blue skies
Sunny days that are so lonely
With everyone else going
Their own way
Bus tokens are eighty-five cents each
But you get a transfer.
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