Don't trust him When he turns his back He looks at you Don't trust him When his eyes are closed: He still looks at you
I fled, I fled Devouring the space But the shapeless bulk Was chasing me -enraged- Breathing my footsteps Unsated with killing me Slowly Nailing my incandescent thoughts Along the border Of insanity In a place where A procession of fleshly numbers Slides incessantly Into the ironic waters Of the cosmos Seeking to remember The sense Of the impossible word: Escape
"Who are you looking for? What are you looking at?" A light? "a star" A boat? "an insect" A plane? "a flying fish"
"I'm looking at somebody Who belongs to my world" "This is your world I am your only world"
I can't remember When the fog - unravelling The real and inexplicable Contradictions That crowd together The human brain lobes - Imprisoned me In the spider's web Of the one who touches The minds of the mad Curbing and churning The confetti of their thoughts