Place…

Desolate landscape
Graphic thicket
Restless and silent
like the inside of your mind.
The dissociation of the naive
Who while observing
Gives himself away…
Eyes enraptured by the lady.
The lady’s pigeonholed
In the starting box
Of the feeling that does not cease
… There are no winners
Only vanquished.
The devastating argument
Allows no opinion
No counter-option
It only stagnates
In prayerful waiting.
Emulates a lonely bench
Sad and postponed
That of the situation
Echoes.
Only longing
Has a place under its roof
Among the flakes and passers-by
A perfect stereotype.
Opposite circle
Fables and confabulations
And the heart a seething cauldron
That neither pretends, nor dissimulates
That won’t listen to reason.
Mournful stalactite
Watery eyelash
Drips highness
Of the one who silences voice in shouting
With his mouth full.

O.