He is in the sea of poetry he is running he know it is somewhere all that is written and known since this first scream since the first burst of light who announces the whiteness for the other dream or nightmare with the verses he embroiders forgetfulness the words are a bit of his skin and soul with the moulting each verse is draped with a satin layer of the skin who gets lost in making the verse and after finishing the poem his soul finds another mask to continue in comedy the poet makes the poem as does the worm its silk to avoid the specter of death it seems to him in any case, this reassures him it takes beautiful verses to make great comedy that is an adult game old kids when they cheat in the game they become hollow and vain!