...by Laura Ebohon
(part 3 of 5 of the feature week with Jim Bronyaur)
Growth of tissues
covered in a membrane of surreal events,
mother cell of multicellular layers
procreation of reflections,
vegetative production of wishes...
In that room
suspended between life and whispers,
surrounded by cell walls,
beating of hearts and pulsing of souls,
through the net of little holes of hope
thick thread-like organisms,
Breaths and a feverish search for happiness
anxiously determined by the conjectures of time
when pain strikes like poison
Like a deep chasm between conscious being
and unconscious dreaming
through the bridge of destiny,
eye lids shut
in departments of never.
and the strongest will
to see tomorrow's colorful rainbows
through rain drops of doubts
and whistling of winds...
Tilting against windmills!