//creative//
Fall 2019
Fall 2019
Impermeable
Olivia Luther
Vibrations in my fingers and an eye twitch,
there is nothing left to anchor my motions to the colors grazing my skin, careening
into separate lifetimes.
Silent leaps; futile colors, the transparent vibrancy mutes all else when I attempt to breathe.
Clench and release through these motions that are binding,
choices forming my hesitating timeline.
Where are the dreams that chase beyond this resoundingly impermeable reality?
Warmth only comes by latching on to bits of a mellow memory, yellow memory,
or any sunlight that filters through the day-spun clouds.
To feel,
instead mimicking this external colorstorm of chaos,
a desensitized holding cell of suffocating aspirations.
there is nothing left to anchor my motions to the colors grazing my skin, careening
into separate lifetimes.
Silent leaps; futile colors, the transparent vibrancy mutes all else when I attempt to breathe.
Clench and release through these motions that are binding,
choices forming my hesitating timeline.
Where are the dreams that chase beyond this resoundingly impermeable reality?
Warmth only comes by latching on to bits of a mellow memory, yellow memory,
or any sunlight that filters through the day-spun clouds.
To feel,
instead mimicking this external colorstorm of chaos,
a desensitized holding cell of suffocating aspirations.
//OLIVIA LUTHER is a sophomore at Columbia College. She can be reached at oml2107@columbia.edu.