Another SAD haibun/Endnu et SAD haibun

 

Another SAD haibun (Seasonal Affective Disorder)

a cloud descends and takes up residence in your head. it settles around your brain and squeezes the optical nerves thus making the light that enters your brain very little and very faint. 2 maybe 3 photons an hour, that's it. you try to drill a hole in it, sniff up bad incense, blow your nose very hard but it doesn't move. then it begins to lay eggs, cloud eggs, and when the cloud chicks hatch your head is full of noise and rain.

in this expanding universe I hold you still closer

you've been through this before and you know that staring into the portable square sun will help but the mere thought of making room for it on the table is too much. you'd have to move the piles of books you've been meaning to read, the piles of sketches you thought you'd make into drawings, the odd bits of plastic you've salvaged from a world of disposables …

drip drop drip
the clock on the wall enters
the quantum field


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Endnu et SAD haibun (Sæsonbetonet Affektiv Lidelse/Vinterdepression)

en sky stiger ned og tager bolig i dit hoved. den lægger sig til rette rundt om din hjerne og presser på den optiske nerver således at lyset, der trænger ind i den hjerne er meget lidt og meget svagt. 2 måske 3 fotoner i timen, det er dét. du borer et hul i den, sniffer dårlig røgelse, pudser næse meget hårdt, men den rører sig ikke. den begynder at lægge æg, sky-æg, og når sky-kyllingerne udklækkes fyldes dit hoved af larm og regn.

i dette ekspanderende univers holder jeg dig stadig tættere

du har været gennem dette før, og du véd, at hvis du stirrer ind i den firkantede bærbare sol, ville det hjælpe, men den blotte tanke om, at gøre plads til den på bordet er for meget. du ville være nødt til at flytte bunkerne af bøger, du har tænkt på at læse, bunkerne af skitser, du har til hensigt at lave til tegninger, det tilfældige plastikstumper, du har reddet fra en brug-og-smid-væk verden ...

dryp drip dryp
uret på væggen træder ind
i kvantefeltet


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file date: November 17, 2014

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