j o h n  r o s

i waited and realized i was asleep. satisfied, i continued on my walk. it became mysteriously divided, horizon was rock, sky was silver and water pink, or was it sky grey and water gold… all along, the rock stayed a deep mix of umber and lamp black.
the sights crossed with walks and talks that were forced, manipulated, deluded — uncomfortable banter replaced decency — art-speak replaced culture. i then realized i actually was fully awake and aware. i somehow wished i was still asleep, safe in bed, apathetic — joining in the sleepwalk of dream, dead-life — metered by a fabric of pulse that lost all semblance of meaning.