Supplément d'âme sœur

finally the routine chokes
like the flatscreen
like the netbook
like the android
the ipod is off

the silence shines
shimmering lapel
swelling to a raging torrent
that washes off
pastimes and frustrations
glimmering waste of horrors

the blinded flow returned to spring
wanders off hurtlessly to you

this is where I belong

this is where uncertainty blooms
shaping the being

this is where nonsense finds purpose