What was it that you said?
am I still not inaccessibly alone
imagining hordes of men and women
conjuring movements of civilizations
as the smoky characters of a dream
as the twisted story of a hallucination
is that your echo by the candlelight?
how can a voice enter this airless chamber
in the skintight solitude of my nullity
my acute angle
a point without length, without breadth, without breath
breathe, did you say?
where comes that voice
the invisible companion
hidden behind layers of insensitivity
how can something delicate survive
near my poisonous skin…
am I still not alone
dreaming worlds and stars
are you there,
my mirror, my love?