VI: Curve


My home touched Earth.

In sleep I could not see.

Tall towers of glass rose above.

I awoke but could not move.

Even air could not breathe.


– F H Hakansson

6 thoughts on “VI: Curve

  1. Hmm. The last line made it feel like the persona is suffocating. (As a side note, what a coincidence, I was feeling the same way last night!).

    1. Did someone try to strangle you in your sleep? (kidding aside) I hope it feels better after reading my poem! I wish my words had that effect on people. The Jesus effect.

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