imagism now
too many metaphors
too many bridges and connections
without showing concretia
I am sitting on a bed
there is a blue pen also resting on the bed,
about 35 degrees slanted upwards
buzzing of the fridge is constant
I hear mechanical noises intermittently
unknown is the source
there is one lamp on in my bedroom
a few lights are on in the bathroom
stillness is not here
but hardly is cacophony
peaceful is the night
yet unsettled is my heart.