Between the masses of the hard and flexible material
the thoughts consist mostly of the soft and stiff denial
which always end in short and cornered pixels of transparency
and when it comes to understanding… latency.
I’ll never try to break the cry of wonders in the sky
but will allow the high-pitched screams to pierce this body of mine
which wonderless remained since Platon and all others
who fell in love in breaking all of its great wonders.
My side of madness gets stronger everyday
and in the shadows goes my tendency to pray
for all of mankind and all its current values
…not my values… not my brothers…