Forgetting the ground

I am walking with shoes wet
from forgetting the ground
that is swallowing my legs
on which I pull
to retrieve my feet
that have disappeared
under the blur
of a flashing thought.

He takes a camera
out of his head
releasing fire
-flies, that shoot at me,
or that shoot at him,
exposing a world
that doesn’t exist
unless seen without
coloured-glasses.