From Notebook: Kronstadt, Russia, May 2013
The sensory world is a cluster of
visuals, shapes, forms and gradients
it is an ocean I am drowning in
Sounds tumble from doors, windows
and the waves crescendo with laughter, music
a tsunami that rushed me off my feet
Ideas pile up like Tetris in multilevel
abstracts, hypothesizes, revelations
a Jenga that soon will collapse and crush me
by Anja Marais
