Balanced after-image of urban night

After-image of an urban night

Just sitting during some urban night, staring concentrated at the fluorescent light and the window alternately, seemingly unaware of the obvious, the most obvious – that which I see with my own eyes, right here and now…

I started recalling the after-image mentioning in some art book I have read somewhere in the past and suddenly realized, that that which I see is that which I have read and now recall…

Indeed an urban night, lonesome, peaceful, contemplative and painful as all others which I experienced – Just me and the night, me and the silent city throbbing with still life…

I recalled Mondrian’s ‘New York’ and thought to my self that perhaps it could have been also just an urban night in a city, any city, any artist, any human…

Aftermath of a drifting mind

And life goes by, quietly, sharply, incessantly goes by,
filled with passions and sigh…
And I fear death so much,
suppressing with every lusts lightest touch.

One amongst many,
an urban night art of plenty…
Fearful and away,
from ourselves we stray.