haze - dikt

Haze



I walk around with a constant dizziness
a feeling of falling through time
headlong
without direction

it’s hard to see
speed roars
pictures become hazy
ground approaches

there is no brake
no way of getting up again
no slow motion switch
no one to catch me

I see other people falling
some with smiles on their faces
some without
I wonder how I look?

sometimes I pass clouds
everything becomes even more hazy
it’s both nice and horrible
not being able to see

the time left
depends on where my fall started

it’s all predetermined

by the gravity of time.

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