Waiting for the forthcoming sunrise
The incident was announced!
The birds ran away of the wind rapidly,
A stranger ferreted about in his pockets
He revealed a wet referenced note
He was calm and chaotically pensive
Smiling under the flash of lightning
-The night was evolving as a nightmare-
The city was encircled by the darkness
He continued to be happy
And then he turned to be worried
The spirit of his loneliness emerged
Suddenly, the birds returned back!
They tried to comfort him with songs
Songs of fairy creatures and lovely women,
-Then the night was evolving as a dream-
And then..? The evil of darkness appeared
So, he left gradually in a bundle of blue birds.
What a chaotic and blood-curdling feeling!
I was upset but I remember the incident
I was upset but somewhere nearby there
In the edge of insane thoughts!
It is absolutely clear that…
He was me, a stranger
I was him, a night liar, a figure
The incident was full of parallel lines
I remembered this weird note!
I found it in a bloody derelict road
Full of unexplained signs of lines
These lines that normalize our life
These lines that inhibit the sunrise
Those create myths of nightmare
Killing the nature of our existence
The existence of the existing interdependences
That ironically claim about our independence
Keeping us as victims in an incident cycle
Wondering about…
Being both happy and worried
The incidents of consecutive dead ends
That may lie in the edge of night
But maybe the night covers all the truths
Fearing for the forthcoming sunrise!
28/1/2010
G.M.
