A poem is 4 walls
in front of a mysterious mirror
that makes you think you have the answer
but now the answer means nothing
since these walls caught you up with something
Into a new dimension
Into a new world
Into a foggy, blurry world.
A poem will not tell you the exact point of its existence
You may see it in a clear distance
yet not clearly upfront
Walls breaking d o w n
You take your first breath
You o p e n your eyes
and look around.
You’ve been intoxicated
by a poem.