30 august 2020
The Exit
The sleep was disturbed.
A book reads me.
The thinker will not rest in the arms
of Morpheus.
There is no road. You will
walk in the kitchen for the last supper.
A scream in the throat
dies. I have no soul. The night
looms large. I will not surrender
my pen.
Unquenchable thirst
was me. My head in a spin,
I go beyond the words,
to find the clapping hands.
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