Metaphysical View

Sitting between the knees,
I am being bathed by intense anxiety
and fear of harsh light.

A canopy of doubts
confronts the dignity versus anarchy
for a watchman
who will not dare open

the vault of truth. A fatal
ire of imagination puts him
into dire need for salvation.

Was I moving from the wrong
side of history in my zodiac
to change the drooping eyelids?

Death opens my door for a short while
and then walks away
after watching the transparencies.

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The masks come and masks go.
Cracks do not disappear.
Either you destroy me,

or my inside will have
a singing bird,
closing the golden window.

The hardening of arteries.
Tension was rising
around the absence...

Who was the arbitrator
between dog and lamb?
The weather was ripening black currants.