I am alone in this room as the world
washes over me.
I sit and wait and wonder.
I have a terrible taste in my mouth
as I sit and wait in this room.
I can no loner see the walls.
everything has changed into something else.
I cannot joke about this
I cannot explain this as
the world washes over me.
I don’t care if you believe me because
I’ve lost all interest in that too.
I am in a place where I have never been before.
I am alone in a different place that
does not include faces,
other human beings.
it is happening to me now
in a space within a space as
I sit and wait alone in this room.
Charles Bukowski
from “The Flash of Lightning Behind the Mountain”
Thunderstorm in Monument Valley by Erik Thrane
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