i was a light I couldn’t turn off.
a signal i wasn’t able to ease.
i was a gun devoid of silencer.
i was constant sound, ready to burst your ears.
i was a broken windup toy, a doll marching on, disconnected, loose arm, hair reduced to a blackberry bush, a sequence of shadows. of shadows.
The eye is conveying a devastating loneliness. He speaks Over and over again He fills your stomach with rotting words. The crime marks his legs, it stains each step of his. He’s walking the white line between desertion and murder. My wrists were heavy. I should have delivered you to your absence.
Knives are shaped beneath the waters They rise They rise to the surface The sea returns everything. You grew wings even before leaving your egg. You moved them, hit against your shell And made yourself smaller just to gain more space: You were advancing by consuming yourself. My wrists had been cut away by your roses. I should have delivered you to your hunger.
The mother is singing Senseless lullabies Calling Mary again and again (outside the sky is crumbling) Mary is standing still Her arm hung down Lying on the bed Her face Aimed to the border She is brushing against the orchids Blossomed on the floor Mary is moving the water To make the orchids fluctuate - the bed is an island -
The man lies on her He asks nothing He turns and his face is Papier-mache Mary strokes his cheek And She runs away - the bed is an island -
She - with pearls And black feathers on her eyes Speaks no more
The bed is nine meters under The dress in tulle and It is an island
My point of view is peculiar Your vague ways Your lack of focus The rules are mine But what are you trying to tell me? I understand so much I don’t understand at all I need to come back to this moment This physical place My current self These legs of mine It takes an endless quantity of courage Like running through the darkest forest Holding a pair of scissors Is that courage? He says he needs to talk He says I have to go back to the fortress But I need to come back to this moment Instead of thinking about my lungs This lack of oxygen Your strange rules His bitter weakness