Chaotic Seconds

Your tongue becomes a stretch of your scream. It is, in fact, a lying tongue, which breaks the complex truths until they are transformed into simple meanings, exactly in the same manner the hours are decomposed into chaotic seconds to be recomposed for new hallucinating time. Our erratic thoughts anguish inside our ignorance and our resignation. Our spaces seep into another common one. The light dances on our exhausted bodies all its shades of red. We love each other in our dream. Poem by Marieta Maglas