Shadows
Being again
Crosses, they cross. Escape.
We’ll never cease being and we never were.
Downcast,
The mark condemns,
sets free.
Again, the paper is stained by blood
The time goes back
Clock hands are collapsing.
The limit, the beginning
is also there.
Emptiness vanishes,
they disintegrate,
are forgotten,
merged with the Whole.
It’s only in your mind
Like metallic voices that
echo in the Dome
they rise,
reflect,
take delight in one another.
They’re on the other side
Behind the plastic curtain
and they carry on, without being,
Light.