daydreaming

 
I want to scream in the folds
of the restless night
disenchant dreams
in the distressed morning
chase away ghosts
in the late afternoon
I want to spin in a body
in a perfect spiral
tropical storm
cervical uncarthrosis
the pain screaming
in the creases of the night
the night screaming
its dawns and the
long night
leans out the window
and watch the procession pass
the night is still in the churchyard
loaded with wounds
the night falls from the eyes
of insomniacs and falls asleep
the bed of all rivers
the night peers
the unfathomability