December blues
morph into the shades of purple
and then
I fly into the void of darkest night time
swimming
breathing in the terrors of feeling all alone
in the world
in the universe
in the dimensions of spacetime

I see old friends
I run
fast and furious
I lie down in a field and watch
a movie of my childhood
of days that I thought were perfect

grandmother is cooking,
she is making raspberry jam
I cough and choke a bit on the lake water as
I swim out too far

I go further into my future, now my past
and clench my fist and keep
struggling in the vastness
I see distant stars
somewhere
out there
in the land of mystery

I cannot hear the grandmother's voices
I see lights dancing around
each one tells a tiny line of my story

I am being tossed out of my reverie
by the light of Earth's sun
warming my face
in my small room
in the present time

now,
almost midnight,
almost a new year

What colour will January be ?

I dread the shadows of purple

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