Unravel
Nedi John

A blur. A silhouette. A figure, surfaces the darkness. Kissing my conscious vaguely reminiscent of tomorrow. Reds, greens and grays chasing each other distantly close to me. Lines of black creeping hurriedly around the corner veil my sight. A moment of choice, the thin passage draws me in curiously. A crack in shiny disguise slithers away. Imminent shadows whisper my name loudly promising places with no name. Labyrinths of light suspensefully sculpting within. Reflections dividing the space mirror the ambiguity. A strayed flicker flirts coyly with me, blinding me. Invisible presence echoes misunderstood desires. A flow above carries me along travelling through time. Vivid memory of voices long forgotten washes over me. Silent conversations indecently fill the air with violent agreement. Loneliness slips away gradually never to return. A cluster of grains bursts quietly, spurring me on to grasp them. Strata of suggestive edges out of which form slowly unravels. Glowing, vibrating, mystifying.