Nude samples of unwashed dishes
In which I’ve eaten sweet and bitter apples,
Memorized with mystery,
Are to be thrown in the sink with unperceived
Unwashed thoughts.
I feel how I rot inside of me of too much lonely
In poisoned air where I slowly flow towards the void
In trembling regressions of azure
or maybe grey
which actually is black,
and I am the point of the tomb.
in the hundreds of equations
that trembles to be solved.