i paint the gloom of evenings
in a chiaroscuro-
as the mountains draw sines waves
on the backdrop of an orange
half-death. it’s a dark quietude
that permeates my without-
and a stillness
that breathes amidst the seething
anxieties of this immediate now.
i fear everything at the moment.
the rodent chewing on some roots
outside my window
and the many permutations
of mini-deaths, making
the fabric of my little existential incarceration.
