Gray horizon meets golden morning light.
I watch days dawning,
and feel a part of the painting;
I’ve become a piece of foreground.
In two sparse dimensions
I long to smell the salty morning air,
to feel a cool shiver rush on my veins
to meet my shaky bones.
Every sense smothered,
I feel the absence of reality.
Nothing is real.
I’m just oil on canvas;
the edge of a silvery seascape.
Lost inside two dimensions.