Moonlight some nights has a tired pause

up the quiet corner of the neighbor's roof

and you whose lids born from nights of insomnia

ride along the mean from behind the glass

till your mind's abyss in moonlight

opens its net deep

you stay by this dark abyss

Alone are you and lonelier the soul.

such a Wave of a hidden hand

you slide far, far away, to infinity

feeling so heavy , with you an avalanche.

you wish there were

a boundary to this infinity .

had I a rock as shelter

body would be torn to pieces and I'd fire in body

released from the death - fall.

with a rustle , your knee bends , you sprawl

a rat hanging behind the net screen.