why does this room seem stranger?

the philosopher guy was saying how unstable
was the nature of things, how an unease, if you will,
brings to us a trembling reality -
a reality insecure, yet dangerous,
ready to assume any form
we desire to interpret.

an anxiousness (I share) with/of all things?

Well, this room, each night
presents such a disquiet.
a quivering presence
of blurred edges & shadow deceits
& tentative objects, unsure of what’s next.

In a restless room, alone
I know nothing of the patience needed
to calm the things around me -
know nothing of the core will needed
to keep madness locked in place.

the roaming philosophy perhaps;
un-caged, nervous
and wild in the room. 


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