I suddenly begin to vanish and


What it all meant.

I achieved again

A nondescript reality

Between my head and

the hand that writes.

Behind a curtain that hides the very essence of my burnt skin,

I rediscover the beginning

Of my torment.

It all reveals in vain

The moments described

And the pain I suffered

In vain in my lonely heart.

Nothing was descriptive

Nothing was

The same,

and I

remained silent, watchful –

While you – volatile muse of my writing demons –

Cherished the darkness of my dancing soul.

  • (FEATURED IMAGE: “FASCINATION” by Victor Brauner, 1939 – San Francisco Museum of Modern Art)
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