Apes, parrots and children

Apes, parrots and children 

Birds in birdcages swing. Checkered marble floors gleam. Wooden perches sit on the high chest. An ape follows arms and legs behind a shadow. Birdcages swing.

Anguish of the senses when pain erupts, spreading across miles of nerves and fibre. Demands falling, hopes getting notched down, compromised, compromised, until the bare essence is left to desire. At least, what feels like bare essence to desire. Order of the world rapidly rearranging its contents within the husk of its form. Knowing, known, ordered, becoming as comfortless as a torn blanket.

Old telephone sits with its coils of words trailing under the table. Sheets of paper get blown about. The gusts coming from the open window down the hall, in the wall. The sunflower pot on its sill, looking outside at a still calmness. Rolling clouds, recumbent skies, green meadows swelling and falling.