Moonlight some nights has a tired pause
up the quiet corner of the neighbor's roof
and you whose lids born from nights of insomnia
ride along the mean from behind the glass
till your mind's abyss in moonlight
opens its net deep
you stay by this dark abyss
Alone are you and lonelier the soul.
such a Wave of a hidden hand
you slide far, far away, to infinity
feeling so heavy , with you an avalanche.
you wish there were
a boundary to this infinity .
had I a rock as shelter
body would be torn to pieces and I'd fire in body
released from the death - fall.
with a rustle , your knee bends , you sprawl
a rat hanging behind the net screen.
