Sculpture of time

Sky-eyes adrift
open drawers
full of knowing vacuum's
that seek the key of time

playful limits
bonds between heaven and earth
twins like day and night
like water and fire
like parallels that meet
in the infinite space of thought

hands to touch starched silences
rugged encounters of things to the touch
uninhabited since the beginning
that look for deserts for company

jewels for convention
snob matter and
search approvals in shapes
and betray the betrayals
of the critical voyeurs
of creation

replicant the visages in the dreams
invent old dimensions
and kill themselves falsifying death
and fight within
like the ghosts of poets
talking about a halted time
of an unlimited space
without dawn and without sunset
where stories rain down
coloured by the dreams of tomorrow

from the damp darkness of the cave
to the light of a glance
needs and nostalgia
growing in the desire
playing with magic

born to give birth
to other stories in the sculpture of space
to reflect oneself in uncertain days
on the path of conquests

the enigma the lock
in the sky's head
the key of dependence
the abandonment of earth
taking-off towards the rosy horizon

to detach from the matrix of solitude
mirage in the heart's desert

... and the adieu a daily exercise
that does not finish
at the end of time ...