LAST CYCLE © 2008
It is not enough to exist when the gaze is lost in the void,
As if existence were a shadowy echo.
The tunnel stretches, in endless listening,
Where words are vehicles, speeding thus.
They run uncontrolled, without rule or brake,
No longer is there a radar to catch the daydream.
Mental infractions, vibrating in chaos,
Where the mind transgresses without being noticed.
The verbal words, now sensational,
Rise like idols, on the screens of newspapers.
But the meaning? That has already been left behind,
In a world where being is just a fleeting reflection.