A weariness akin to assigned surrender,
as the sand embrace the setting sun .
last night walk .
Late night talk .
This world tilts ...
I know not where my dwelling lies ,
at this hour of the space time loom,
the heavens hold their breath...
and no chariot remains to reach
my celestial sphere ...
Lost within the architectonic grid of Mondrian .
A labyrinth of Kandinsky vivid lines ...
post-lunatic insomnia after moon\'s descent .
Insignifiant observer gazing upon a dormant universe,
Nameless object swept in a frenziest dance
Before the eternal silence ,I seek but a fleeting respite...
shall there remain in the ivory time ,
a memory clinging to my words ?
Sarabande that echoes my senses as the primal curse ?
I clash against the walls of lies ,
life haunted by lawless street dogs ...
Weirdest waltz of the spirits ,
orgiastic round of the hysterical princesses ,
those who beseech me to share their mornful rapture...
My footsteps wander into the contemplative urban chaos,
seeking certitudes in the mundane...
Madness against a Mondrian -eske skyline
or some foolish Kandinsky fancies ...
serendipity in a wild sarabande !
Omnipotent poet ...