My Sister and me

We're so very different,
can't you see?

Mixed blood and shifting last names,
Stronger and milder bones in between each other,
Running colours in different lights
at different times

We're so very alike.

I like to See.

Thats why I like watching scenary the most.
A sheet of graying ocean,rippling broadly as a tremendous universe shifts beneath it.
A long,long green landscape with the blue Nilgiris rising stealthily,heavily,from a bed of mist.
The ring roads that border metropolises for miles.I can forget that lives were destroyed so that my Ford can be the queen of the highway and zip past on fuel weathered wings.
Trees,silhouetted and black,outside the orange rimmed window.Dusk brings out harsh cries and whirring wings.
I dont need glasses or lenses or any other impairments to help me translate forms that make sense.
I can awaken from travel-induced sleep and peer through the glass and feel significantly joyful.
I can forget(and who doesnt like to?)that the rain feels far,far better misting my face than it does to merely look at.

Last night it was Oct 16th and Aug 1st

Can you
can you
Can you
Can you see the burning light?

Did they
Did they
Did they snatch your dreamless hours
and turn them into wakeless nights?

Have I

fallen

in
to
the
spiraling
twisting
strangling

voiceless empty void of the voyeaur

Did not wake up to nothing last night
Did not snap my knuckles
Did not cry for you, or you, or those two
Did not see darkness no light only white
white
white
the sun rose

and I hated he who stole my nightmares and gave me this
this
this dreamless sleep
this engulfing,stabbing
whitehotblade
that went through one shoulder
and swallowed the rest.