SPANNING
each time I blink
memories hunt me
a pack of relentless wild dogs
after my throat
where lungless syllables dream
of roaring
while they
their tongues stuck out
seem but silent
shadows
of the clouds
the wind plays with
this is not me
this is not real
I keep repeating
to other animals
behind the gauze
that graze on indifferently
my eyes are fixed
on my own shadow already overtaken
its legs up in the air
like those of my wooden horse
after I with one sweep of my hand
decided to win the battle
now if I stop
do not move and do not wink
will they run by and ahead
and I know
what was to happen
will have happened
the glass shards in my cheeks
the powder odor in my nostrils
the light blaze in my pupils
enough to make
a hand flip
the page
and
relegate everything to
fugue