In the Zone
Outside the city
Beyond the outskirts
A place no one goes who is not pursued
Gas masks and suspicion accompany those who do not belong
Pushing past perspective
Far beyond all known referents
Outside of time,
Shot through with space
My home
Away from shores of thought
Past breakers of tradition
A boat made of stillness
Here I can rest
Wednesday, 22 July 2020
This is the second poem in Les Mots sans Images, a series of original poems.
I post a new poem every waning quarter moon.
You can listen to a rendition of the poem within an audio landscape below: