Visions

Visions

I walk a  line

between and inbetween,

enhance the shadows

violate the light

There is blood,

it is my blood.

There is spirit,

it is my spirit

There is strength.

I don’t know

how to use it.

I walk , I breathe.

Turtles kiss my face

and lions lick my nose.

I smell death, decay.

I cannot heal.

I live in a jungle,

noise, voices,

I find a path.

I live in the air

dance on a string,

stare at the sea

My eyes are blind

but I see

dark lakes ,

silent swans.

I come back

to myself,

but I don’t know

who I am,

where

I tried to talk

but I get

misunderstood