Planet of my Self

There is a hole I’ve been falling in
A tunnel of red and bargained sin
A long corridor running under my skin
To rupture the continuum of my spin.


There is a dark dreamer in the pillow
Of my following nights, ten feet below
My smile that melts in the endless flaw
Of an immense and lonely sorrow.


But even in the hell of the negations
Survive a light as a good reason
A light of thousands equations
Of a blessing salvation.


There is a large and quiet ocean
Bathing my feet as a golden talisman
Carrying for me the message of a shaman
White quietness in the eyes of a man.