The house does not hide
Cry­ing out in dif­fer­ent ways
Shards fly with wings of their own
I see the world out­side
At the end of the dim­ly lit cor­ri­dor
There are 10 doors to my left
10 doors to my right
They com­mand me to enter
Lights flick­er ani­mat­ed­ly
My eyes move furtive­ly
The soles grow watery
Mad wind in my hair
Nerves in the opaque mind
The dis­tance is far and nar­row
Ban­shees in the cob­webs scream
The feet move… gath­er­ing pace
The doors become giants
Stran­gling the body slow­ly
The mind is with the soul
Free­dom grows big­ger
The dis­tance has nar­rowed
Trans­form­ing into ether

Escap­ing through the cor­ners
Then the plunge into the wave
Dis­solv­ing of extrem­i­ties
The loss … there­fore, the peace
No rea­son to think any­more
The lift­ing up of arms
And the soar­ing of spir­it
Till the end of free­dom
The end… It nev­er shall come…

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