I injured

I injured

The poisonous snake following me

Step by step

With trembling hands

I hug my loneliness.

It became the pain I feel nowadays,

It became the future tangled of nowadays clothes of pain

In the naste of poisonous snake.

My beginning is this moment of time.

I eliminated words and conversations by telephone

My eyes are stagnated in a distance from a windowsill to a window

In the only way of trajectory,

My eyes are stagnated in torches' light

which lightens my room of dusk .

My eyes are looking for something.

I became that eternal tree in the square of city,

A monument of stone,

The short period of action and details.

Night filled my soul full of darkness.

I see, almond tree

Renews its' clothes with snow

Cold is flying deep in the windstorm.

Prose of winds and clouds is in my room.

I became the future which stopped today.

An object which absorbs light and sound.

An object without name.

Let it be-

An apparent object.