Turns

Awaking

The next day

From plaguings

Of the circles
of the straying

That didn´t sleep
for days

Feels like it´s
all
at stake


The next aging

An eyelid wide

Forsaking

Mirrors of remorse


Recalls from seconds past
would not turn fear

By
the sea


She couldn´t turn
her speed down

Though his voice won´t show
any sign of echo.

The fine and decent face
It turns dure.

But never looses shape

Remaning

Sealed

And calm


Silent

And liveless



And a friendly smile
turns pale

And a haste will
kick it all away


A wicked chain

The Zapman meant

As he
laughed at all of them

Who get trapped there

The plaguing
of all dreaming
Backward
Dreaming
Latent screaming

Performers
of the wound.



Mmmmhhh


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(2007)