Flying
everywhere,
spying
somewhere.
In your
very inner
corners,
guilt pours
from your deeper
borders.
Corrosion
of affection
affecting
my memories.
Explosion
of infections
reflecting
my cowardice.
Compulsively
obsessed,
running vicious
circles
round and round.
Explosively
posessed
by a mysterious
whistle,
can`t get unwound.

The whistling of my very own
desperated by alienation,
squeezes my brain to recover
it before I`m very gone,
just like feeding a Soulmind
in starvation,
fly, try, before it`s over.

4/7/91
Panama