Late Night, Foggy Fever
Things are oddly clear here.
The nerves in my feet are blood-hot
And I don’t know why
Behind my forehead everything is dead
But the sky is crackling
And I don’t want to go to sleep,
Even though I can feel myself falling, falling, falling…
Falling through reality
What is reality?
I can hear the silence
Over the murmurs and chuckles of my roommate through the wall
It’s comforting to know I’m not the only one awake
But I can hear the silence
Over the clicking and ticking
Of clocks or sighing kitchen appliances
Is it the hum of artificial light?
Or is it the hum of silence?
The cat enters, licking his lips
I wonder what kind of concept he has
He stares at me
I don’t know why
Lick, lick, lick, lick, lick
Leap to greet the new arrival
My heels are still hot
Like I skidded all the way home
But I didn’t, I’m skidless, I walked
In a perfectly ordinary fashion