Spheres in water

I glide upon the corridor

to the room

where my face impacts the mirror

and I impact my identity

not just of flesh

but personal recognition

that the shapes I look upon

are attached to me.

My eyes revolve

like spheres in water

helplessly unexpressive

for today.

Raindrops that try to swim through oil

floating in futility.

I will feel differently when I eat

and absorb some sunlight

in the summer air.

I will reset, with slightly altered eyes

perhaps.

I will visualise

and attempt to wind

my spiral mind

outwards

for an escape into functionality

long enough to piece together

the very edges of life.

20 June 2010