From under the running water I hear :

– of course

our powerful timeless selves

bounded in these limited  bodies

Willing to take off over the horizon

Alas  screaming from  limitation

from coming and leaving  desires

Entwined with fears

Or worse dreams that change into bodies

Or limited vision of ourselves

You against yourself

Dark is the colour of these thoughts

They are discending into a black hole

Dark is the colour of this body

It does not feel like yours


this darkness forces you into a deep sleep

Aware that no one can help you this moment

And you yourself cannot explain

This inhuman darkness

Like a parasite it falsifies

You against yourself