Printings on the whiteness

The clock
Suspended at a breath
A concentration
Of body and mind
Immobilized
Almost frozen
Into their own
Reflection

That not even

The barking of the dog
Disturbs

The 'reverie'
The wondering
The fight

Stained

With the unconfortable
Taste
Of hesitation

Pleasurable

Burning
Bitterness

Touching

The eager wet lips
For a questioned desire

Dreams, Hopes

Glorified
And yet
Put in the balance
By the deeply anchored
Servile Morality

Habits

Like a too much sticking
Second skin

The will

Of the old soul
Transfigured into
Stimulating pageantries

The merciless

Attraction

Of the other self

Ashes of Angels

Compromised
By  a powerful

Black leather echo

The ambivalent
Wild thoughts

Travelling insomnias
When the devils infiltrate
Into the sacrilegious night
Dark temptations
Of anchored certainties

Duality

In the immense motionless
Loneliness

Not a resignation

But a Purpose
A long process
A quest
Where the Sacred and the secular meet
In an almost Religious ecstatic feeling

Suspended in Time

And 'moved' by Time

An evidence

The mind knows
And that the body

knows too

The weight

The price to pay

The amount of the sacrifice
The Choice to make
The freedom
To express

Black blood
Flowing out of the pen
Into the veins
Of the Sacred sheet

Dark thoughts
Spread among
The white
Immaculate
Winter snow