I hear them crawl all night
Through the absurdly miniature canals
The spiders sewing their kaleidoscope protruding webs
which ensnare paranoia
The tiny bugs with long whiskers that give you chills down
your bare, exposed spine
The ants carrying the weight of woe and despondency
The sensation of a caterpillar slowly paving its way, as
though gliding on the nightly trepidation
The sound of a cricket imitating the fading heartbeat
If you listen closely
One two One two One two
Why can’t I hear the following one?
Perhaps the noise of the earwig insect deems reality, all I
hear is a droning noise, twisting my thoughts into one
blob, whilst the world goes mute
If you focus scrupulously, you may hear the buzz of a
dying light bulb
That bulb maintains solitude in my solidarity
You must not listen for too long or it will make you go
insane
I approach with caution, thus, compos mentis
I hear them crawl all night
Oh… they live inside my head.
21 August 2022
Baku, Azerbaijan
