Eigengrau






      
                                           Eigengrau 


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soulstitch_04 woolgathering nubivagant
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(n.) lit. “intrinsic grey”; the colour seen by the eye in perfect darkness.

Eigengrau

Tick

tock

Tick

tock

Tick

tock

“Tick tock Tick tock Tick tock” chant the seconds as

“Tick tock Tick tock tock” chant the seconds as they trickle into my ears

“Tick tock Tick tock” chant the seconds as they trickle into my ears, a hushed hypnosis

“Tick tock tock” chant the seconds as they trickle into my ears, a hushed hypnosis drowning

“Tick tock” chant the seconds as they trickle into my ears, a hushed hypnosis drowning my numb senses.

The final sparks of light cling to my eyelashes

The final sparks of light cling to my eyelashes, flashing like dreams of the past

The final sparks of light cling to my eyelashes

The final sparks of light cling to my eyelashes, vanishing like shadows of the future.

If I listen hard enough, I can hear the lullaby of warm air

If I listen hard enough, I can hear the lullaby of warm air, dissolving into life in my lungs

If I listen hard enough, I can hear the lullaby of warm air, dissolving into life in my lungs as my heart hums in between.

Although, my mind is not in sync with my heartbeats-

its charcoal slate has been drawn on too recklessly,

life’s chalk scribbling even on the void around it.

And yet the pock marks appear to be disappearing

And yet the pock marks appear to be disappearing, chunks of memories zipping to and fro

And yet the pock marks appear to be disappearing, chunks of memories zipping to and fro like the chaos of TV static.

I suddenly realise I’m scared

I suddenly realise I’m scared, afraid to face a blank slate

I suddenly realise I’m scared, afraid to face a blank slate- something

I suddenly realise I’m scared, afraid to face a blank slate- something so

I suddenly realise I’m scared, afraid to face a blank slate- something so drastically

I suddenly realise I’m scared, afraid to face a blank slate- something so drastically intangible.

But then “lightless” doesn’t mean “lifeless”

Is that why you’re here?

Is that why you’re here? You’ve been hiding all this time, and

Is that why you’re here? You’ve been hiding all this time, and you stayed after everyone left.

Friend-coloured foe?

Foe-coloured friend?

Your eclipse-tinted smile wraps me in light darkness,

Your eclipse-tinted smile wraps me in dark lightness,

and I fall asleep

lost in a sea of Eigengrau

lost in a sea of Eigengrau.

- soulstitch

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