A DANGEROUS ENEMY
My nearly inaudible madness
Keeps the nighttime slapdash stories company,
Yearning for a profound journey,
Doing its best to preserve the unity of the soul,
It seeks the unknown:
To touch it,
To speak it,
To see it,
So that I can comprehend the signs of new times,
So that I am no longer a child
Who is carried and overthrown by every gust of teachings.
All around me are faceless visions,
Forming fragments of a nightmare,
With esoteric silence intensifying the senses
Of yellow, dense hair.
Shall I steal the cryptic jungle book?
Shall I cry out for miracles that elude my understanding?
I whisper a confident challenge to the darkness.
The haunted body awaits the reproduction
Of labyrinths, new perspectives, and… the ambush
Spreads its arms. It crafts scenarios in the shadows.
It mimics the howling of wolves.
I hold the wind in my hands and continue the game of flirting
With the night around.
