the filthy dark corners, sweat nightmares, dissolve the wretched blunt streets
you need to hide, nest space, I call on my favorite illusion and lock it in the shelter of weaknesses
consciousness, a tiger caged in your mind, you long to break reality and relish the certitude of your awareness
walk straight on ancient ground, heir of dead space
summon the essence of man in the center...
days go by
void
meaningless indiscernible form... the shadow of man, scent and gesture.
no cry of relief, no chance to reconstruct the heritage of denial
words shatter the silence, you’re back in your nutrient, addictive illusion you lose ground as in a dance, dissolve in captive crystal, come back to life in charming tense veins...

every time he looks at you