VOICES IN MY HEAD

12 Jan 2018
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VOICES IN MY HEAD

You chase me in the torrent of night.

You say that anything is possible. In this possibility

You lead me to the madness and fragility of existing.

Night is always a bad counselor.

If the night is of whores, poets and madmen

So I, in myself, conjugate these three scenarios;

In a single existence and fragility.

The whore celebrates the Philosophy of human freedom.

The poet tears the novelty with the caress of a pen.

The madman travels in the reverie of a sensitive dissertation.

Me: I am the composition of a fragmentation reading.

I do not know what I write. The only certainty I have is about your existence.

You confuse me and throw me into the abyss where there is an existential vortex –

Who holds me in a cell with no door and a powerful white wall.

I let myself be led by this proposal – I am the God of the Universe.

CARTER B. REY

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