A doll
dancing to the sounds
of invisible chords,
broken signals
and missing transitions,
clear visions impeded by the silenced
intuition,
kicking the receiver
as per the dusty old manual,
from memories belonging to another
animal…
To disperse
and form again
the melody that strikes in tune
with a previous song,
pull the chords
with frozen hands and feel
the warm
on scratched, worn out fingers,
lick tenderly the swollen wounds
and rest…
in own caresses,
in fire nurtured by one’s self,
fire to open eyes
and focus sight,
love away from the sun
in the darkness of night,
in the humming of voices,
in the calm of night noises,
wild and detached
from expired choices,
the forest seems still,
inhibited by forces,
magical stones and roots
imbeded with wisdom,
flashing fireflies and foxes,
hunting in the night
with empty stomachs,
but alerted to survive.
Gorgeous and frightening sights
coexist in the endless
current of life,
all but a dream that won’t cease
to surprise,
an immense nothing
surrounding the lights
as we dive…