Geometry
Simple Geometries,
faded polygons in the dark,
in a way that makes my nights empty of sleep,
blocky fears and sharp-pointed noises,
simple geometries,
simple fears.
Simple geometries,
what else do we see,
in the abyss of the surroundings of time,
and fulfilled weight of the dreams,
where things I cannot remember,
my moments of things,
simple geometries,
simple fears.
Simple geometries,
triangles of despair,
faded shapes in the inky sky,
in that in-between of consciousness and sleep,
of sleep and death,
when I can hold things in those seconds,
I see what remains of the world,
when minds do not percieve its existence,
simple geometries,
simple fears.