A swift change in my perception.
A lack of a clear or
stable
direction.
Up is
Down,
Left is
Right,
Backwards becomes
Forwards,
as days become nights.
The glass is Half empty,
The cup is Half full.
Where is the ground?
Is it down below?
Or is it burried somewhere in the sky?
I don’t know.
Flowers bloom.
and Flowers die.
From the ashes
when will I at long last arise?