spiral

useless...
arms and legs bound by living chains
that tighten and burn
the more I try to get out of them.
it's like someone filled me with concrete
and tossed me in the river
I can feel life furiously passing me by
nudging me in the shoulder to come along
as I slowly make my way to the bottom
and I neither join her nor stop completely
that would have been better. closure.
feeling the sand on the back of my neck,
feeling grounded, in a sense of finality
but instead, I keep falling
drifting downwards (I suppose)
I don't even have that certainty of space.
nothing to say about time...
it expanded and exploded millennia ago.
all I have is the reflection of light on the water surface
like a promise... or... more like a tease.