On the watch

Dead branches crack

Is it steps I hear?

in the dark questions appear

while the Moon is careful until the Sun is near.

Doubt is our friend.

In the kingdom of fear, the darkness,

An hour is too long

For a runner who is breathless.

He.

In the darkness, like a blind man

That recently lost his eye sight,

Pleas the Sky and the Moon

for murdering the Sun.

He wonders is there

Anything more delirious than the delirium

All until he may skilfully enter

The Earth’s womb.