Sometimes I scream
When reaching the unreachable
In the unconscious
When I slip away
From my shoes that carry the dirt
Of what needs to be washed away,
Sometimes I scream
Like a wounded Beast,
When I finally take off my shoes
I realize all the time I wasted
Wasn’t robbed from me from you
But from me robbing from me
The truth that lives within me
That I cannot fit in a half empty glass,
As I’ve never looked at the sky
To see emptiness,
But to see the infinity that encircles me.
My shoes are off,
My clothes disappeared,
Entering the devil’s chamber,
I am set for a black hole.
From nothingness,
It is born a Dove Pan.