...by Laura Ebohon
(part 1 of 5 for the feature week)
Curtains drop shut on this stage,
without the anticipation of a closing scene,
no hints, no premonitions...
A simple termination of all biological functions,
no words, no gestures
definitive extinction of breaths and hopes,
destruction of plans
left to blow in the wind of never.
Looking from the other side of consciousness
through holes in the wall of time
everything seems so small...
light, paper thin...
Tears are dry,
hands are cold,
Unknown voices all around
no wish, no desire,
no saviour, no sin...
Immense space of nothing
only flashbacks of padded images and colors
wandering through dreams and reality
It all seems so far away,
existence and essence
ideas and abstractions.
Trying to reach those fields of colors,
getting caught by a lightning,
entering the walls of your heart
where death dies again
it dissolves in the endless spirals of your embrace.