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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