Underground

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.