What a silly matter! I will extend
this frenzy of a dark life:
existential piercing pain
arises repeatedly on myself.
I shift everyday on metal,
from a leaden time nearby shot,
while the thinking is in rottenness,
it is melted and poured on the asphalt.
I regret diminished by a great dejection,
confined on myself to infinity,
I crucified myself.
The gaze looks for flight ways,
listening the repeated denial
to the same discouraging questions.
The empty practices in
the hope’s file are overwhelming:
I justify thus, to the least-worst,
my social fault: no laughing.