my thoughts are placed
cross
I am between three fingers
I want to sleep the moment
a kiss-obsession
but a desacralizant

I will teach you
how to dream
dancing in circles without a center
profaned the desires of ebony
abandoning you
of obscure libraries
with thousands of encephalogram – Portable
serious tone of possession

linked with hundreds
invisible chains
my face
Steam cut in thick as a swamp
pray with opened wings
waiting to get absorbed
by optic nerve
as a rare metal
melted