INSIDE
Inside, inside. Something spinning, making a noise. Lights on, lights off. Inside, inside. Metal bower for sleeping cogs, weee. A whirring, a shaping a battle of sound. Notice how I have forgotten the world. Inside, inside. I have become. Ahhh…. Look, sky! Oh, I hear a bird for the first time in 12 hours. But there’s the bell I must go back… Back inside, inside. Something spinning, making a noise. Inside, inside. Metal bower for sleeping cogs, weee. A whirring a shaping a battle of sound, notice how I have forgotten the world. Take note. Inside, inside. I have become. No. Tak-a-tak-a-tak… Ahhh… Back inside, inside… Inside (oh!) inside. Something spinning making a noise, lights on lights off. Inside, inside. A metal bower for sleeping cogs, weee. A whirring a shaping a battle of sound…
Gosia Winter