A poem is 4 walls
in front of a mysterious mirror
that makes you think you have the answer
…
but now the answer means nothing
since these walls caught you up with something

Into a new dimension
Into a new world
Into a foggy, blurry world.
…..
Why?
…..
A poem will not tell you the exact point of its existence
You may see it in a clear distance
yet not clearly upfront

Walls breaking d o w n

You take your first breath

You o p e n your eyes
and look around.

You’ve been intoxicated

by a poem.