At first, it is like gauze over my eyes
then a sheet, something, over my face
growing thicker, stickier.
Heavy, heavy
the white light comes through
more and more yellow
shapes rounded, made indistinct.
Wrapped close my ears now
wrapped and my name,
if that is what was said,
comes to me muffled,
impossible to respond to
surely.
I cannot push forward.
I’m enveloped, bound close.
did I make this thing?
My patience twitches
and now, worse,
with me here
pressing against me like love
with an urgency flickering like
love I have these small
and bent-back
velvet-edged
wings.
a poem. just cuz it seems appropriate. <3
aside:
i’m getting a bit of the current permeable-membrane vibe from this painting-in-progress (above).
—laura hohlwein
Flommist Laura Hohlwein is a contemporary abstract surrealist. Copyright © 2020 Laura Hohlwein.
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