Four Walls

Space is a Void

A freedom now denied

A place of distant memory

Without Space

Time has no Continuum

Dates are numbers

Hung on doors in a never-ending corridor

Today, yesterday, have little meaning

When you don’t know when they were

Four walls

An Event Horizon

Is it today?

And is today…

Tuesday?

You see, I’ve sort of…

Forgotten

And in the Heisenberg of today

I guess we’ll always be uncertain

Unsure…

I can measure where I am

Or.. I can measure how fast

I am travelling down

That Corridor…

But I cannot know

Where all my coordinates are

Except…

I guess they’re somewhere..

2 metres from the nearest wall?

 

Martin Addison – 20/04/2020

Solo

Alone in Solo walks today – passing neighbours; become strangers

Wondering – am I clean – itchy nose

Fearful of the unknown – known

Mother’s day without flowers – without hugs

Family time is the time of separation

No hands; no contact

Love clings to hope for tomorrow

The chance to open arms again

And hold each other

In the Warmth of Togetherness

A dim light – glowing in the dark of now

Yesterday

Yesterday is written down
Kept for posterity
From Today
True is tarnished
Its ink corroded
A metallic presentation of a past
Controlled records hide fact
With convenient truth
The RAM is corrupted
And the memory is lost
Degraded…

Martin Addison: 28/11/2019