what is loudest for sure
we cannot hear
and what is so huge of course
we cannot touch
...
i see you sitting on a rail by the alley
dark, and humid, and strange is this place
where you live where i shall leave you
because you cannot follow me where i am going
...
a fog is here
feel the cold but
then it ceases
to exist later
...
i am that person under
the bed,
that layer of moss
i am deep down under
...
years i have slept
i am the knife that sliced time
and i move away from you
we do not interlace
...
and then everything that you think is hard
and forbidden has become mere drinking a glass of water for me
i find this secret to this ease and
smoothness
...
i need only seconds
to write this, i am rushing, i am rushing
like a wind, a storm
...
i am not the kind that gives up
i have the blood of a fighter that runs inside my veins
i reason out, i follow rules,
i am a critic of reason even
...
...And so you are finally afraid
About what i am thinking even
If you later on know that all those
Are but bluffs
...
I am like a firefly
In the dark after the rain
Keeping peace with
The mangroves
...