Django from Apnea by sub:shaman

i looked into the glass and caught sight of two big brown eyes
it was a baby’s face, sitting snug in his pram
thirstily drinking in the sights of the world in this dark, dank train
with a hunger and wonder that made my soul ache with joy

i sat in that train and for the first time in 23 years,
a new born babe

i was nobody and i was everybody.
freed from from all trappings of my DNA

the outline of the pram and two little feet
the sound waves in my cheap headphones
the contours of mountains that i dream to climb
lines lines and lines and lines
all perfectly in sync
extending forward, backward, inward and outward
reaching toward forever and way back then

it occurred to me then that all our ridges and valleys were the shape of the rubble of prams and homes and all the human things the previous world left behind leaving us in bottomless circles of life after life after life floating forward into a limitless nowhere beating us ceaselessly into the past

i want
i want
i want
to be gold

• Alternative
• Art Punk
• Indie
• Rock
• Singapore
• Singapore