I was walking but did not move, with the moon holding me. The raging waves formed swirls that did not break or start. They just vibrated, tensed, as if the wanted to break free.
At night the frontiers dissapear. And beings of fire come down to play.
How could I fill your empty spaces with my reflection? And did not recognize myself there, translucent double, deceiving my desire, weaving darkness?
I have a red inside that's consuming me.