I.
the darkness comes in waves and moves in blots
I can only guess what’s lurking on my way down
(my head bloated with warmth and light)
II.
I shut my eyes tighter
I catch a breath
I sense the moving city out the window
at this point I very briefly think of you
but your name becomes music
and music becomes mantra
III.
when I plunge into the pit
and let myself sink slowly
I beg myself to save me
while denying all salvation
I convict myself to drown
swaying weightlessly
among the shadows within
17.05.2010
[Há tempos não me nascia um poema já em inglês. Quando acontece às vezes traduzo, mas esse gostei assim. Tem umas aliterações naso-sibilantes que me atraem.]