If even in this moment of connection
You decided to defiliate yourself
I would understand..
If I kept writing
with harassing pen,
and this fact would harm you, I would stop.
If a microbe drags you away
on other shores
where interlocutors are not allowed,
as a stone sphinx I would become a wall.
New words are falling down as raindrops
without any sense,
in order to measure this emptiness
that speaks outstandingly
waiting for a verse.