Anesthesia

The world bit my heart
with blind and grim ferocity,
of primordial innocence
only the ghost remained.

I closed my eyes, fled the light,
I gasped in the breath of the crowds;
in the idiocy of those who rumble
without ever asking questions.

I found a corner inside me,
fresh and slightly tinged with half-light,
I added a moon of madness
and some notes of melancholy.

Now it is here that I stand,
in the anesthesia of time
and human anguish.
Who knows if I survive
or only feign being alive.