Architect of the words ,
chiseler of breath
beyond afterdeath .
Refiner of ghostly gold ,
illusionist at the edge of twilight ,
a mask that never rests...
Mind adrift in boisterous clouds ,
free from all tides ,
yet bound to the flesh
of an unreachable star ,
stranded in the doldrums of a blank page ,
spectral swirls turning around my messy desk ...
And there,glides too,that veiled enigma -whose visage
is the ash of every love I set aflame ...
- \'\' who are you ? \'\'
The voice asks me .
- \'\' I live somewhere inside ,
and I come from the world over there ! \'\'
I reply .
A wayfarer who betrayed his own soul .
Pilgrim upon his road of absolution .
Prophet of the craziest gospel .
-\'\' Why are you trampling on my ground ? \'\'
The trail asks me .
-\'\' I have lost myself in so many lives .
Please guide me to that chimeric meadow
of my first dawn ! \'\'
I reply .
Doctor Roland and mysterious Lorenz .
Healer and strangler ,
voiceless barker ,
lost in my neurotic journey ...