Worrying desire of transcending sayings Terrible sensation of desertion Vulgar anger impulses My mental state my actual state Absorbed by vitreous glassy liquid of my arbitrary starvation Moments spent in understanding the game In another context I would have taken possession I would have elected my new path Making my strings vibrate shouting to time, crying inside I can’t I don’t have to I don’t want to I see my old vision vanishing like the breath passing through my harm I tighten it, I fill it with my condition I’m unarmed before events Foolish miniatures, temporary alternations Dilemmas the game is keeping for me Iniquitous joy, flavor disappearing from emotions Slow, relentless, clever It insinuates itself carrying myriads of sounds Ephemeral event in contact with the extreme side of me I don’t like it I don’t want it Intellect doesn’t help me The courage I lead is unexpressed Flooded in my mind Bridled in my heart I would like to listen to new sounds To be stripped from my mental iterations Already ragged behavior structures Protecting a shield erected by myself That has no reason to exist