entrance 2
Nov 23, 2022
I am no longer visible in the crowd and the lights
So that I cannot feel your absence.
You are by my side, and yet I misfire you.
The accent is on me
I’d have preferred not
to devote me to this passion,
Staying next to you without being detectable.
I am no longer visible in the noises, whose waiting is filled with:
the separators are ready,
the turn will be respected.
I am caught in the net of things,
thinking it was a shelter.
Then rattlingly I roll down
Inside the bowels of clamour and consumption,
That consumes me from within
Because I cannot be a part of it.
I am no longer visible in the crowd feeling more lonesome,
because staying next to you is fatigue without folds.
