poetic signs

    I don't know the pictures
but the images know me
strange symbols of some big doors
leading to new realities
 
by working as a living screen
for some projective tendencies
that show connections left unseen
outside the mental way to see
 
    somehow I make the pictures
that also preshape my way
through new aspects that got figured
out by dreams of coming days
 
as metaphors of stories told
long ago to happen soon
my self's sucked in just to unfold
within a meaningful cocoon
of mystical experience
showing traces of a fate
that come to life by making sense
by crossing lines to integrate
 
    it seems I find the pictures
just as they find my self
working as some kind of sick cure
where words fail to be a help
    within the linking structures  
        of a somehow greater health