Raising head,

Lifting eyes from dark,

Stepping outward,

From underground.

Strange hollowness,

Echoes in mind,

Empty of pretense,

Confident in not knowing.

Optimism seeking light,

Broken long dormancy,

Entering the world without,

Blinding, suffocating familiarity.

Same grey streets;

Same concrete buildings;

Same managed woods and rectangular fields and forgettable faces on Sunday walks on worn paths.

Same hierarchies.

Same games.

Same pretense.

Same narratives.

Same flow. Same responses. Same predictability.

Tender optimism. Knowing nothing. Utterly incapable of playing.

Words and ideas left unformed.

Nervous air from lungs passing silently through clenched and clenching teeth.


‘Why? Why would it change out there?’

‘It is here, in here,’ the boy said, pointing to his temple. ‘It has always been.’


Confidence gone.


…the shaking….the shaking….the shaking….

of a leg…


Most people, most of the time, have nothing to say.

Yet they talk!

How they beckon! – Join us. Come join us. Prattle prattle prattle. –

Words strung together, stretching back through ages. Narratives weaving, myths uniting. Layers and scales; minds to civilizations. One unbroken, unbreakable web.

Pretense. Opinion. Myth.

Words, words, words.

Nothing to say. Narratives left unformed.

Underground.

1 Comment

  1. “Most people, most of the time, have nothing to say.

    Yet they talk!”

    The Truth of our times consolidated in the best of your words!

    This poem to me sounds like your journey from this harsh world to your cozy underground and your trials to come back to try and become a part of the world which gets harsher with each of your iteration. You try and try. Harder every time. But the world never tries to understand you. It mocks and fails you and pushes you towards insanity. So you retreat back to your familiar underground.

    This poem also strangely makes me want to read Dostoevsky again!!

    I love your works for the strange kind of flow in them. They are like a river flowing on an unknown and uncertain path to a certain ocean.

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