My pupils almost totally enlarged together with the smoky iris,
by now restricted in a cerulean fiber, were perpetually
absorbing the looming darkness of the room, endless; while
my body stood still and, even if I tried to get rid of
suffocating sheet, I couldn’t control it.
I, standing, let the darkness take and take up in me
because subconscious and suppressed conscience was aware
even if I were able to stand up and to untie
the delicate chains of immobility, even than it would have been useless:
the night would have subjugated me in the same way,
making me a mass of ureal matter.
Then I felt impalpable shadows penetrating me and raping me,
pushing inexorably the remaining of my cognition away
and abandoning me, cold, in a hellish bedlam of ephemeral
and impetuous senses, while the essence poured out of me and
I perceived it as it was: warm, of a purplish red, velvety.
Worn by that oblivion without way out, I look again toward you,
even if you closed me out one more time, wet by soft drops
of salty rain awaitng of what doesn’t exist.
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