Dim Me!

Dim Me!

If I look at the stones
the trees
the skies above
a huge sense of anxiety
disrupts
me

as if a rope has been
cut
long ago, between
me and the rest

I need a fix
of thoughts
of memory
a bit of quartz in
my heart
and of green pulp in
my blood

Maybe that will dim
my perception
lower my
temperature
anesthetize my
emotions

so I can
breathe.

© 2015, José Eduardo Coelho