Walking along

 

I was walking
inside a screen
of a media or on a stage
I don’t know
it could be in a dream

I don’t remember the place

the space disappeared
it drowned, only the action
surfaced…it continued until
the legs were threatened
irs sound beat the eardrums
I wanted to stop, but couldn’t

if I stopped the limbs would be
severed it seemed, so I…
i went on and on
the flesh melted in the sweltering heat
if I stopped it meant I overstepped
into others’ domain;
there was punishment
if I stopped if I moved
but moving was
the better option so I found myself
walking meaninglessly, meaningfully
on and on, all alone, one on one.