I sink my thoughts
in muddy waters,
in passage rites.

Questioning lines
arise above me,
seeking meaning,
seeking relief.

Where to stand
in rainy weather,
if all roofs
are full of holes?

I sink my instincts
in drops of memories,
in sandy images,
that have no past.

Illusions trap
scenes from life
and bear within them
a sour taste,
of losing mind.

Just go!