Imagined circles
around the black spot
possible torsion
of the ovary
maybe it’s not happening
but that is the feeling
which causes
a strong earthquake
in all of my senses.
Light is suddenly
cutting inside
of my eye sockets.
Musical rhythm
impaling painfully
the basses in the center
of the circle of the ache
The skin is enormous
supersentsitive organ
escaping from the touch
like a palate
is running away
from the food today
foodstuffs cause nausea
pain, multiple vomiting
and nausea again
I am listening
to the silence
dripping in my room
in which I turned off
the quiet communication
of the electrical devices
except for the white noise
of air conditioner
which brings the heat
to shut down
the pain impulses.
While they are gone
under the pressure
of the longest minute
after which
pain-free vastness
is following,
The freedom.
Until then
the slowed time
potentials the problem
not offering a solution
on the edges of the hours
there isn’t a resolution
the body is refusing
the collaboration
on all possible fields
as much as I am trying
to fight against
intervals and tensions
I am always failing
The dream after
the episodes of spasms
is the only alternative I have
offering me a respite
and tenderness
in the hug of the pillow
I try not to cry
but the gauze of tears
are appearing
like automated lullaby
There where is no pain
dream materializes
as the only utopia.