Close your eyes and Imagine this

Morning dawns and ready to wake
Darkness
It’s all you see
You think you’re dreaming
You’re not
somehow your colorful world
turned black
with a blink of an eye
you call for anyone
no one responds
remembering all are at work
you try and remember
your room
your reflection
everything


Having to rely on your senses
Feeling
Hearing
Taste
Smell
All growing stronger
As sight was taken
Everything you knew how to do
Drive
Read
Cook
Etc.
You can no longer do or have to relearn a new way or
Not be able to do it again

Your heart pounding
your mind and body in panic mode
you struggle trying to find your phone
to call for help
takes minutes on minutes
everyone thinks it’s a joke
for it is April 1st
to stumble from one room to another
slowly remembering where,
what everything looks like
breaking down to cry
for it is all you can do

Making your way to the kitchen for some food
The easiest is cereal
For fewest things are required
The day passes and
All you can do is sit and think
On anything and everything

It’s close to bedtime
You know
For your eyes are getting heavy
You close your eyeys
When the whole day it already felt
As if you never opened them

Morning comes and afraid to open
But do so admitting you’re now blind
And will begin to adjust
You open

Color?
your room?
Your reflection?

What if for one day you were blind?

unhook your bra now
and melt slowly in my arms
lets sleep till winter.

Dark hues deliquesce
in the warmth of the burning stars,
the black cosmic sea now floats:
but still an abomination in eyes
of people spoon-fed with light.

Coiling and encircling the unseen ends
on the horizon; like Jörmungandr, the mighty serpent,
while winds hymn odes for the people
who drank in chalices sprinkled with stardust

The language of Aeolian is now have forgotten.
the constrictions of the serpent shall bleed
morning light in a few hours.

I will wait for the revolutions to complete
while caressing its skin through the desire
in eyes.

Hymn those verses
as the eyes dive into this
seminal darkness,
the ones I always hear
and forget at the end of the dreams.

Build a Crown of wood,
and lit it up for those
eager to taste it.

Split this fire
into two parallel mirrors:
Power and Desire.
let me see the anatomy of it
and the invisible bones.

For they will keep burning each other
till they forget their purpose,
as the mind and the soul often forget
when awaken by the rain of blood.

I feel the weight of summer
arching my back
with droplets of its love.

My t-shirts hate summer,
It makes them nauseous.

The night burns in dark,
the stars left us long ago.

It is they who hid the warm winds
in unseen alleys of the sky.

I wait for an answer that never
comes.
I wait for a voice never heard.

The night silently leaves.

a breeze of guilt,
smells like remorse
in the morning

the descending fog camouflages
the slaying of the whispers

in a city this big,
everybody is a slave

skies watch patiently
to choose their meals:
the unfortunate and weaklings.

they are all up from sleep:
nature’s most intelligent creature.

the madness shall now float.