From Notebook: Kronstadt, Russia, May 2013

The sensory world is a cluster of
visuals, shapes, forms and gradients
it is an ocean I am drowning in

Sounds tumble from doors, windows
and the waves crescendo with laughter, music
a tsunami that rushed me off my feet

Ideas pile up like Tetris in multilevel
abstracts, hypothesizes, revelations
a Jenga that soon will collapse and crush me

by Anja Marais