ILLNESS

Illness is a suspension of life

nothing to think about

in this spiral of time

pace after pace you go on

and hope you will find

air to breathe out of this muddy ground

plastic smell intoxicates you

while you’re into this amniotic liquid

objects you touch rebel against you

they speak other languages

even your CDs sing their song

but not for you

illness is a suspension of life

you wait for air to breathe

and a smile to smile

even your calligraphy changes

becomes harder and stronger

your ems are heavier and more stupid than ever

and your os don’t contain worlds anymore

illness is a suspension of life.

Poem by Ipazia