blindness returns and the poetry is past in this vast horizon lost.
the magician calls once more for the total eclipse of the being.
i am lost to it all.
lost and impatiently lost.
exactitude and precision are far from veracity.
i wish that i was capable, and i surrender incapacitated.
i return to being lost and fragmented
i return to not existing
i return to my insignificance
yesterday controlled and tortured me
i know the strength that you deny
i know the power of you
pray!
