Anxiety was touching the mime br I cannot hold a reality. br We were playing with each other. br br The creation and hunger of living br takes you to unknown fields br I am, what I am not. br br Always bluffing, puffing on the road, br counting the milestones br in reverse osmosis, br feeling proud of mighty mistakes, br talking to faltered ego, br going against the sun. br br My climate merges with hot desert br A story reappears again and again br like a dried skeleton in sands. br br How long I will run br chased by planetary fears? br Barbs pierce the tender zones br I see my own demise, br body floating like a flower on lake.