She didn’t pricked

her finger on the spidnle

and fall asleep

she pricked her finger

on the sharp

tip of a pencil

and from that

point on she writes

Words were and stayed

her forever

sobering up kiss

Maybe she

never falled asleep

with all that words

which need to be

taken throught

the labyrinth

of the toughts

but not literally

to the clearing

of the sentences

selected words

and interpunctions

Everytime

when something happens

she grabs the silence

and the pencil

until the enchantment wears off,

until reality sets in

which with her

unsharpened raw forms

rips apart every tought

about the different

When the words and the things

finally match

the eyes opens

which never were

fully fell asleep

because actully

didn’t waited

for anything

to prove her

some viligance.

She was trying to see

without glasses

because

the diopter

is the distance

between

reality and the

conception

with one

sirgucal cut

of the pencil

myopia and

farsightness

are undone

na in tip/top of the

tool which whome

she writes

and which whome

she don’t let herslef

to fall asleep

in the deep dream.

She was awaking

herself

with poetry.