Spiritual objects
ceremonies
it shines a truth
in an absorbent light tunnel
triviality
cheap symbolism
I advance blind
in dark circles
the jewels disappear from your neck
of your pale and bony dolls
a voice without sex or age
it knots in the roots of time.
I give
and I look for the darkness
in dark circles
maybe I become the body
to appear in the headlines tomorrow
I'm being shattered by life
I look at the sky and river
this tragedy maybe
be some kind of affirmation
my final victory.
