I am
a soul on stilts
a painted face
with coloured pockets
and layers of skin

I am
living in blue
thinking in green
dreaming of colours
I've never seen

you let
the pills
flow
down
your neck
and wait.
wait for the life
to grow
and the
pain to
slow.
wait for
that feeling
when you
will know.
but certainty
is a story.
a distant
object
bobbing
across
the current.
and that
comfort
becomes an
absence
so deep it
resounds
like cymbals
in your
ears as you
sleep.