Forms tangled in brush
Unredeemed
On white canvas
Unredeemed
In the absent focus

They are all
dismembered in shivers
as static remainders
of the lump

In the pockets I don`t find the key
I do not find it...
Only locks and silvers of glass...
Ouch!
Damned sufferings!

A thousand words do
Only
A thousands thoughts
for sleepless nights
When stories reveal
the angels` smile
to others...