Shadow deepens the vision
A wire would worth a snake
(Or a hat would do for a head)
The night plays with the meaning
That has remained thanks to the light

_poets should wear “night” gowns to drink di-wine with the souls of previous poets_

A sleepwalker I am
Mistaken as a poet
Walking up-down ladders
Writing poetry with my body
Till I hit something ahead
That would wake me up
Eating my subconcsious
with a fake light
That was turned on by the ones who
really cares for me!
They were the ones who
already put a hindreance somewhere.