Closer and closer, people are coming to enter my eyes
like a forgotten love, that I wasn’t waiting for.
There was a huge mobile phone,
people were dancing, taking selfish pics
and then looking at their phones, growing gray bones.
The music could be Ramones but my cheap binoculars
had no sound on, like a heart without its beats
I was witnessing the end of a selfish “is”
while everybody was getting gray eating cheese.
Suddenly mud was dripping from the ceiling
they all got mad, like tripping was healing.
No more pictures, they all became one with what was going on
by rubbing their bodies towards the screen of the huge mobile phone.
I wonder, what if people were meant to be blind
and just some of us would be able to see?
How selfish would you be, if you had no self for someone to see?
I was burning, my cigarette was under my eyes
the smoke was graying all my horizon like rotten lies,
the lights went off, I’m blind again
an envelope enters from the door of my darker desires,
I can now read, even if letters seem clouds:
“There is no -close- and no -faraway-“