Poetry | Artistry
034 | A Tarmac Road Floats Inside a Void
There Is Fire All Around It
2 min readMar 25, 2024
It takes
one whole
mile
to tango with me.
In that mile
comes a gift
or is it
a trick?
A tarmac road floats inside a void
there is fire all around it
the point of its far perspective floats in the wind.
The whole road is moving in a breeze
structured
solid
and at the same time
made of
thin
delicate material.
It vanishes
into a white point
and engulfs me
fully
expands out in a circle.
Then the void
comes back
this time
without the road.
We play chess
on a vertical board
there are no pieces.