Dot

We were standing nearby the sea
..Drinking;
It was night
And i had travelled,
From my city
To meet my cousin;
It had not been a happy decision!
It was simply an intrusive decision,
Of a devastated psyche,
Caught by a mental breakdown;
But there was this thing with this state…
It would somehow give you those outs,
Cuts,
Changes of routine,
That apart from the painful melody!
…Had the artistic touch?
The dark tunnels?
The unseen objects?
…You would have not seen in a normal state;
So feeling very bad!
I had just taken the bus
And to be somewhere else.
…The first thought had been
My cousin that lived nearby the sea;

The thing about the place we were in,
Was that it was made of a high,
Gigantic, metallic construction?
As if a city was being built nearby?
…It went well with the dark sky,
And, the dark and harsh sound of the waves;
There were psychedelic lights
All around
And it went well with my state.
…Cosmo-being caught in a cosmo-body.
Bleeding and spinning around;
He would say a couple of things,
And i would answer.
…I was small,
Stood just as a dot,
In front of a building!
Which was too expansive,
And took too much place
And was undoing me!