Blow at the elbow wakes me up, as they pass by
Stingy eyes under the hood over the cloak;
Droplets on my nose divide coincidences and indications
And the lightning struck as in my brain a war broke.
A bump on the front charioteer whirls me back
To the path I was running for a place to lurk
And unmask the yellow alerts hidden inside,
Before I open my eyes and get up with a jerk.
I’m splashing on puddles, piercing in halves
Maybe the shivers of soily water keep me all ears;
Enter the tunnel called ‘Underground’ in my hometown
And I breeze into the darker side as the guide disappears.
The seventy yards of cover act seventy hours long
Each seed of suspicion slows every second down;
Echoes of horns paint the inner sheath of shadows,
The ones that creep through the carts around.
Indications find the heavier side of the balance.
It gets darker as I go deeper towards culmination;
Suddenly my wrists tighten and I stop at brakes,
As I jump out of the Underground of my cogitation.
