Saturday, February 16, 2013


I lift myself up from the hair, to start
Another day
The haze, the daze
The day must begin, I firmly say to myself

Sleep, black hole, where
Wild movies projected before me, in which I star
As the protagonist

Fears sneak up while in my sleeping hours
The realm of the uncontrolled
Releases demonic trepidations
Or untamed fantasies

Sleeping, waking—
Each day holds
Birth and death

Each morning I reconstruct myself
To start anew

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