In that frightening
time...

If you
don't worry...

The sky is
a pale blue backdrop...

My life
a secondary colour...

The burning groves
writhe with pain...

For such a short
finite...

Another
speck of dust...

Too many voices
surreptitious whispers...

I dreamt
of the swordfish...

Thunder all you like
at the unfairness...

I've gone
out the door...

Though
I could see...