To live in taboo At an amble, But in an even delirium.
MMXVII
To live in taboo
At an amble,
But in an even delirium.
To trust neither yourself,
Nor your worst enemy.
To cut the ends off,
Like a black rook,
With the touch of a finger.
Having scattered the laughter,
To wait for the light
Of a sun long since gone out.