a peripheral journey I'm making
through the restlessness of the eye that cannot see (itself)
because of too much light I've come
to be unable to breathe
I can't understand how this spectrum
hostilely throngs me between shadows

an immense knife, this world...

I pierce with my nails the shell of clay
I'm far away from the sleep that wakes no more
life hurdles inside of me like in a mill
spins me and fans me ruthlessly
I get neuralgia with every circle taken randomly

the naive eyelid amazed at the unsettled watches

a passage through time
this trickling united body
prison of hearts more secure
than alcatraz