Writing

I've been writing,
I've been writing.
No more than a mountain,
no deeper than a valley.

The words they struck
a negotiation,
with my head.

That for now,
they'll take a break
from wires and circuits,
heading back to classic.

Of wood turned pages
and hard solid cover.
They'll be there,
for an infinite moment.

That is,
till convinced
to be back here
again,

Let them be shelter
by stars and twilight cover
and back to carbon,
they shall be brought to life.

I Saw Fear

Why would I be seeing fear,
one that I recognise
as something that chills me.

The day when distance closes
and gap is removed
from the space of time.

When one walks out
leaving the other
stranded in statsis.

Talks of eternity
diminished into columns of air,
into non existence in an instant.

Could you be here
and tell me gently
that this fear shall not appear.

Train. Noir.

Incidentally the tram ride
reminded of scenes
from stories of distant future
with a dark, noir setting.
Felt like monochrome
was used in capturing
each of those frames.

Everyone kept to their own,
not a single word was heard,
maybe some hard sounding breathing
and silent gazes to a corner.
Perhaps autheors back then
have often linked up
technology as the cause
of broken humanity.

Some way or the other,
either they are the pessimist
or do I sense
some reality to
their perceived truth
written in absolute fiction.