Be patient,you poem!I'll write you!
I still have left a piece of light
inside
and an illusion-slashed magnolia in the glass
flagged loneliness between me
and my shadow
but you need real blood
to dissipate

in the hourglass sand is taking the shortcut
the mirror ruining it's face with unrest
how to get you,the feline,outside
over the future snows
with agonic hands?