my eyes stay damp
cold and dripping glass...
frail surfaces shudder under the lack of sound
bitter cold air fills the dusk
labels...
[do remind me, jester, under what star the ends met?]
where the mind hides
where the heart seeks
when the face is tricked
when the arms get bricked
when the legs are nothing but twigs
[dried as fire wood]
masks, lights, smokes and mirror effects
a chaotic music chiming somewhere, lost
i am deaf
only you perform to its sound,
enthralled by its flavor...
fabrics, one after the other
get slashed by the intensity
the diversity
the color
the ceremonial
of a bizarre feeling...
why am i scared?
why are you so open
why reach out your hand for me to join the dance?
an entertaining game
in which the reason ended up drunk...
[seems to be
a mere prelude for a spicy journey]
