Su Baccino and Sukia



Too bright!

A place of runaway thoughts
shrieking clashing shades –

A severed horse’s head
amongst gentle ferns, bows,
dots and salty seaweed –
I hear the sea, but don’t see.

Too bright the light that comes from above
no shadowy corners, all curves.

Each twist set in a fallen space
no sharing of lines or running of colours.
Turned around, upside down
forever the same.
Confused anxiety

Smoke curling close, a fire?

A sudden jolt, my body drops.

The nightmare ends.

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