Trail

Once upon a time in an unfinished moment, an absence of weary voices, an implicit ban on remembrance or telling of events

Orderly thoughts were still forming in the diffuse extension of the Universe, or the so-called Mind…

Movement, inner cries, convulsion, memories. There, on the very verge of outer space, in the midst of chaos… revolution

Some force swallowed in an instant any sense of sanity like the anteater its pray

This is how all came to happen, a something that started before starts were settled and such a thing like a beginning was known

This is how it was revealed. A sudden impulse emerged, carrying it out

Then did those images insist on coming back and staying, so much, so often, over and over, that the feeling of embarrassment overwhelmed no more

But, could words describe? Is there a way to take you there? Could the path be opened with a machete or with a sword?

Need company. No fairy magic wand, no much strength. Tight road ahead.