Photographed

I was sitting, cabaret of the motionless

Unable to express the yellow pain

- A growing stain, like a mask of shame -

There was no room in any heart

To welcome it, to welcome life

I was now erased from the panorama

Of the hectic solipsistic souls

Whose bodies had become unavailable

For the truth of words:

I could no longer move them.

The frozen core

Of the motionless emotionless

Hypnotized, devitalized, turned

every attempt into confrontation

with cynical void and avoidance

Their cadaveric emptiness

In endless suffocating afternoons

In furnished spaces that can never be a home

Had eaten up the verses

The waltzes that could have been

Some emptying machine

Had taken the movement away

From a body that was forgetting

The syntax of life, far from humans

In a factory of bruised coherence

Click, cut and steal

A slice of skin, a surface to strip

An identity transferred on a screen

The self, injured, deprived, aloof

Weakened, sacrificed …

to the automatic

Predatory complexity  of multiplied images

That devitalize the living and devalue

The dead… there I stood, not knowing

To which side I belonged.