Poezja

It in now dark. 
Talking of exposed genitalia 
I go into a terrible shock. 
 
A compulsive deceit 
takes hold of the attention. 
The candle burns me inside. 
 
Between eyes 
a *chakra uncoils, like a Naja. 
Strikes! You are stricken- 
 
 
with a bulbar palsy. 
No haemorrhage. A purple venom 
spreads in the whole nativism. 
 
Voices move in half-lit corridor. 
The doors do not lead to rooms. 
All exits disappear. 
 
A chandelier crashes. You 
are awakened from a deep slumber. 
A poem is born.