of what dimensions
is this of my feeling?
Just like a concrete fossils !
Just like a patient inside a coma machine
where he is sure of only two things:
either he dies or lives.
And nobody but he knows
what the dimension of his feeling is.
Only he knows what it is,
how it feels.
I am the remains of them memories
signs of lost and found
spinning
Oh those eyes of turmoil !
They never cease staring at me
Clearly vague
Half- half.
