In a place where I can see its face,
midnight interrupts as always.
Thoughts on my mind reverberate,
a cacophony of illusions…

The feeling is right, I know it,
but this time I feel defeated.
The long wait is over, it seems,
but something is different… ^[a]

Her warm body, it’s breathing,
her warm body, it’s thinking,
her warm body, it’s bleeding,
her cold body, it’s fading.

Nothing seems more real,
nothing can feel more precise.
The feeling still being present,
but now it’s just a fading memory.

A blank page in Alexandria's library,
a desperate letter to Saturn,
a raging prayer to the architects,^[b]
a sip of a glass of red rum.

The feeling is now wrong,
it was defeated against the wind.
Rooms within rooms^[c] of pure white,
codes and vignette's words.

Everything is a simulacrum,
nothing ever existed before,
in the realm of the imaginary,
the insane is the one who rules.

Who rules? Whose rules?
The measure of purity,
the measure of POWER,^[d]
the gauges of bravery.

Now, all of it disappears
as the truth touches my retina.
Fragile gazes of light upon me,
and now I see myself.

I see its face again.^[e]
I see it.
It sees me…