the strayer

a deaf fear urges you to keep you far

of dark and narrow spaces

you just hardly crowd palms

all around the votive light

to model women womb in flowing light to catch the universe

steps succeed in circle modeling geometric forms

that will have to separate sometimes

to separate of childhood parent of the world

and to cry on the go and not to care than anyone

just away from the distance and only intuitive

seemingly hypnotized to pass the thickness of the day and night reversed as in a ritual to another

avalanche of small occurrences

on which you hang

with despair of the missing one

you dream at a simple cafe two cups steaming the walls

people with whom you could talk hourly

or the same time you could enjoy the silence

just does not get bore solitude your body

does not get swallow you chimera everything you disdain more