Image by Jan Lauschmann
you stumble
suddenly the snow
you don't see the time pass
between the branches
like a beast
he is silent
when he seeks his prey
suddenly the tropical storm
you lose your compass
the actions loses their meaning
suddenly the shock
you're not lost
when the adventure is a choice
you have vertigo
you close your eyes
suddenly the melody
you listen to what
plays in yourself
suddenly the nature
you stroke invisible things
you make up fake constellations
you ride from a black hole to another
suddenly the implosion
everything opens and spill
you let things drips and fill
you wait for the drought
suddenly the erosion
you curl up into yourself
a cat in a made up shelter
under the shelf
during the winter
you are ready
suddenly the light
suddenly the snow