"paused existence" recorded i came to write after this white night, your music guides me on my habitual path Friday, 6 AM: I haven't woken up again since Thursday, 7 Early Rise: dawn and musical eyes. I came to write and now I back away, my eyes betray me, i fall asleep while awake, fall to the ground and shake, fall so you'll relate. when i stop walking my muses fail me, who knew so many of us are wide awake and walking the streets at this ungodly hour on this awkward Friday morning! The sounds of garbage trucks interfere with my music the smells interfere with my breath i p a u s e my inhale another unrested soul walks by, coughs i'm bare like i thought these streets were empty like these taxis, searching for customers to please drivers searching for ears to listen for heads to nod i search for reason in my logic, search for knowledge in my deepest fears, for answers in the words i clumsily
spoken word and free verse by michal shilor || שירה כתובה ומדוברת מאת מיכל שילאור