Mr. Doctor

While on the surface

Light and shade take turns

And smile and tears

And fair and ugly

Saint and nasty

And the monstrous

Is just the different:

Tiny crack in the globe's perfection

Down there swarms excess:

Where exception is the rule

And the loathsome

Spreads always

Unexplored dimensions

And sundry doors

Open on the magma:

The black holes

In the terrible adventure

Of each night

Whose irrational daring

Springs only

From the ignorance

Of danger

The doors open wide

And streams of unknown

Flow into the sleep

The unnameable

Gave me the axe

To lop off the head

Sever the limbs

Disguise coldly

And throw away

My brother

Lights often keep secret hypnosis

Sleeping down

There

In the dark

"Undead is whoever

Can wait eternally

In ambush

Ready to seize

With the fangs

Slowly the phantoms

(Re)Ascend

Creeping through

The grey canals

Silently riding

The wings of reality

The mischievous glance

Speedily flares

While pure and deranged

My poor little sister

I deflower;

Or drive the red

My red - Soaking blade

Into the boring beloved

Old benefactress' heart

And when the fog

Starts to unreel

And the obscure gulfs

Are covered again

As if nothing

Had ever happened

And yet the unaware people

Smile at me raising their hats:

Mr. Doctor!

And when the open wide eyes

Revisit

Every damned

Endless moment

I set out

Across the pebbles

Worn out

Laying my read

I stare at the lights

For the list time

Two lights

On the tracks