Silver touches the walls - a suffocating unction,
Shadow sprouts a boulder through the window's mirage.
Beyond the pupils' horizon, in the deserts' depths,
Weightlessness arose - a clear vertical.
An arctic flash drank what warmth remained,
Frost blooms at the bend where the petals are black.
Through the veins delusion flowed like dark silk,
Leaving a tart stupor of longing in the pulse.
Merged in a spasm - a blurred silhouette,
A touch turned lover, emptied of its weight.
A soundless dance - our recognised story:
Memory's light engraves shores upon the skin.
Roots grow into the murk of the opened chest,
Washing away the line between "I" and the abyss of "not".
In twilight's embrace, beyond the human world,
I will become an echo... or will you swallow me?