caprice

i am walking, i walk and walk. the wind it is winter wind the nature of which hustles every step as if time is dear. i am not falling, but i am overcome with the sensation of falling.
it is, to my great and unrelenting misfortune, a great and unrelenting misfortune -
this neural network rewired by caprice that allows a reality defined by colour
copious colour in the sensation of falling that is shocking in its constant unfamiliarity

there is a gash on the page that has just hit me in the face. it says i used to be a dot but my eyes swinging left-right left-right while i yellowed on the shelves
darkly scowling it has ruined my perfect circumference
and now i am a gash on a yellow page i thought i'd see the world

eyes swinging left-right i made a fist with paper filling and
threw the page
into the garbage