the end of the beginning is the middle.

take nothing away from this free verse,
in the middle always,
of something for the future,
looking back at some foggy apparition.
won't know the difference,
unless some form utters its message.
IN.ROMAN.SCRIPTS.
Italicised emphasis.
ORJUSTABOLDNESSOFLANGUAGE
pity, we can't escape the superficiality of life.
what do you appear to me as?
an angel of strife?
or a demon of peace?
tell me a bedtime story that has no words.
or about tributaries of ancient genealogy.
confusion creeps inside me,
raining down,
don't know how to get to me,
except through some rhizomes.
invisible to the eyes.
it's about time to remove the anamorphic lens,
reflections lie too much,
in the days of our youth.
call me, when those days are over.
call me, when the telephone is mouth-free.

no peace of mind,
as far as words are concerned.
ready to change history,
as far as words are concerned.
kinetic thrust of endless forgotten words,
i am so weary, so very weary,
a punishing fatigue. o so very slippery.
as far as words are concerned.


"I know, that in time, it would just fade away."

in the most silent and painless way.
without words.
just Juliet drinking the poison.