phantasms

*

I heard a trumpet
in the end of the street
and some voices
blue long train
of women - caressed strings
laughing
carrying fruits, almonds and raisins for him
who will treat them with coffee
playing the whole night
for them

*
I whist
I don't reprimand you
now each of us is alone
each of us is conquest of the Night
so I forgive you

*
marooned street
dream under construction
I'm wandering in the dark
searching a way beyond me

*
I will be zealous - defending the constant gap!
What are you hiding?

Nothing

I'm just trying to outrun
the Lie that I kept inside

but this race is already doomed
and my victory
made of forced transience
leads to
sought and found darkness