Miguel Lev
| The Ephemeral Dance |
Hitchhiking across a vast path between language and silence,
I move steadily toward where consciousness and subconscious vanish into the ephemeral horizon;
where verses, images, and meditations quietly mingle in a chaotic dance.
I write not to Explain,
but to unmute what could not be pronounced otherwise.
“Some thoughts are best left alone. As some hitchhikers are lost wanderers.
Others... detectives of the deserted mind.”
“Lower the curtains for a brief wink, but close them not!
For the second act is about to start and I may not be ready.”
“The Gods set the scene where Humans play devilishly entertained. ”
“Gentlemen of the court, declare him guilty and he shall go.
But stall him not in the dimmed morning of yesterday’s path.”