The Dead Angles

A piece of sky is slowly peeling off the ceiling
Yet
There is something heavier barely moving
Beneath the stone and the salt
Hands picking handful of bodies
And piling them up down wells
You walk randomly
And the sun comes out of your mouth like a soap
Bubble
Motionless in your bed
For a while
You can see the stars beyond the window
Lighting up one after the other in the dark
Just like your dreams
Like your crazy dreams
Which you were never able to make real
Silence now is your sole companion
In this desert dark and cold
That you are crossing
At every step
A new door opens up
And each door leads to a tunnel
Sinking far into the darkness
Until you find a part of your life over which
You had never thought about
Before
But which turns out to be significant
In retrospect
As silence has become your sole companion
At night when you can’t think of nothing else
But these bruised bodies
Falling and crashing one after the other
As if they were falling heavily
Down the sixth floor
They burst open
Under the blows of disease and of fear
You finally raise up your head
You can see in the distance
These endless cities
Turning our shadows nomadic
But which slowly crumble down as these leprous
Walls
Covered with faded posters
There is plastered over these walls
Hundreds of closed windows
Closed doors
You randomly try to open
One of them
It gives in
And on the other side
There is lying flat on the ground
The corpse of your life
Full to the brim with angles drilled and dead
Like gouged out eyes
You stick in a hurry your regrets and your pains
In the bag made of skin
Which your limp and lifeless body has turned into
And that sometimes slowly opens
When
Lying down
And alone in your room
You feel the night sloughing.
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