Awake

Awake Small sounds and big silences Are measurable in near horizons Real bird chirps keep me alive Bird-dreams keep me awake I sleep and dream as I am alive. My light falls on things and colour. I know white paint is no paint In my black and white... More

Awake Small sounds and big silences Are measurable in near horizons Real bird chirps keep me alive Bird-dreams keep me awake I sleep and dream as I am alive. My light falls on things and colour. I know white paint is no paint In my black and white dreams; I hardly can make out the white. There is just this luminous stream, With two silver lines on the banks, Bending sinuously like woman.  Less