Dead of the Night

I'm back.
Back to the dead of the night
I’ve lived.
In the world of the living daylight

It was not as promised
Not even as advertised
Questing to find Life
There’s only the living dead, zombie

Only splinters of humanity
Slaving at so-called Life
Racing time, crossing space
Nodding disagreement, and pretense

So I’m back.
To the dead and mute night
Where I can hear myself breathing
When the seconds flowed with meaning.


Oji | 20 August 2009