Dissipatio

A dog followed me with that smell of moss

that luxury dogs have in the rain.

Desolated, he dragged the collar.

Transformed horizon, suffocating concrete.

Submerged in the pool of illusions.

Dreams of freedom, just dreams.

The silence of human absence – I realized

it is a silence that does not run; it builds up.

There would be my home. My home.

I found out it was not even an inn.

Then I walked till the end, non-stop.

In dreams, fantastic world.

Raw life. Full of creatures.

Empty of existence.

Frozen glass, abyss;

life over there, abyss

Life goes on sensually.

Regardless of me, of us.

It simply goes on.