I can hear steps like bat wings behind me
I am not turning and I wait watching the abyss,
From a green leaf, of dust…
It is floating ahead of me and it is deleting my thoughts
The steps fled in front
I raise my eyes and I see…
I see a dark tunnel, with wings and feet,
It’s watching with the unknown hiding
Behind the dark vacuum
I watch it and it avoids me,
Then gloat over spiritlessly a particle of dust,
Infinite, understandable…but mysterious.
It hurts me;
The particle of dust has deep stick roots into my heart
It’s consumed,
It only remained the oblong, sharp traces…
The tunnel aimed towards other leafs, other particles of dust, other ego
In the lately withered leaf that I face
I cannot see anything from the bygone abyss…
It’s lustreless