Anxiety attack (1)

This morning, through the eye of the dragonfly snatched yesterday,

You looked like a Plato mixed with bear,

its placebo effect

was revolving

into a raw revolution movement:

soul around life

and life around soul.

Is it all frenzy?

Ready for gallop?

At the mirror,

with my mask in front,

Awake,

I couldn`t move.

My paint was leaking on my nose

and on my lips

and on my cheeks and on.

muses...

Paralyzed I was looking from afar,

as if from too afar,

but paralyzed I was looking

what was going on

with the light from

the house

of

mad...

It was disappearing.

I drooped my mask for a moment, please excuse me, I don`t know what was going on with myself. It fell from the wall where I was suspended on a pin. It will not happen again, once again I apologize, please forget about the incident and I ask you to... never... in the eyes... the mirror...measure... t-i-m-e...