THE STAIR OF TIME.

I

THE DREAM SET US AT FRONT,

AT THE BORDER OF THE CONSCIENCES.

LONG STEPS OF STONE,

SUNK FOOT IN THE BACK GROUND,

FANTASY BANISTER OF WINDS,

BLIND, BOORISH AND FAR.

LOOKING ABOVE…VOICELESS.

COVERED SKY BY GRAY AND LIGHT,

EIGHTYEIGHT JUST DIED,

MISSING TWELVE BY A HUNDRED,

LEAVING BEHIND THOUSAND TALES,

GRUDGES AND ITS TORMENTS,

CAME THE BLOWS,

THE DEEPEST OF THE FEARS,

UNEASINESS!,

AT MY FEET FLATTEN ANGUISH,

PENULTIMATE STAGE,

THE ALLEVIATION, HOPES,

ONE MORE, THE MALE.

ASCENT TIRED, BREATH,

ANGUISH OF SMILES,

SLEEPING…AWAKE,

KNOWWING DO NOT.

AFTER THAT,

NEWLY CLEAR SKIES OF BLUE.

WITHOUT CLOUDS,

WITH NO COLD…WITH NO WIND,

ABSENT THOUGHTS.

AT THE WITHINS, A NEW STAGE,

WITH YOUR SMELL…AND YOUR SMILE.