The Blue Thing
2:35 min
The blue thing, for example,
it wants to break free from the wall,
a wall papered with the ornaments of my existence.
It seems as though the ornaments have transformed into this blue thing.
But the blue thing is too large,
filling the space with its sheer size.
Watch out, someone wants to set everything on fire.
Who it is, no one knows.
I only see the hands, but I don’t recognize them.
They are foreign to me.
I try to extinguish the fire.
Or perhaps I let part of the ornaments
and the blue thing burn in the flames,
keeping only what must remain.
Dark burn marks now appear on the blue thing,
and it has turned more petrol blue.
A covering white
like the whiteness of snow in winter
is what I need now.
But I have no white paint.
And outside, spring has arrived.
Aram Ruhi Ahangarani, 1.4.2014