In a flash of mild lucidity
I remember I’ve forgotten all the traces

Traces that are mislaid
in the deep of our own hearts
Abandoned in a wharf
of mutual infliction
Between the tender lights,
the rain is falling right here where I lie

Under the cruelty of a
slow silence, fading away
Covering the blind encounter
as embraces slay
All is desert, filled with hollow
I’m slowly going away
Without conscience, I see myself
Staring at you forever in this play

Through myself, a turmoil of void
Through my veins, runs splintered flesh
With no clearness,
I stare at you but cannot reach
Without memory,
remains the eternal dance of broken links

Through myself, a labyrinth of madness
Through my veins, runs sincere blood
With no clearness,
we observe the passion emptying itself
Without memory,
we’re contemplating our lethargic love

I equilibrate myself
in the unseeable thread of distant sanity
And touch in vain the perpetual void of wind
Transmute the rational logics of time fractions
Into an endless intermission of submerse memories

I throw off the vanities before opaque eyes
I observe my allegories spreading out
Burns the static dance of thought