These places encounter surprises.

We see only reflections.

Nothing is none about it.

Certain images, ideas are projected,

in such an i n t e n s i t y  they

perpetrated the worst death.

The discovery of us is extreme,

this paradigmatic colonization of others.

Yet, all around me stays still

as I stare into your depths.

You are cold and frozen,

yet seem so warm.

It’s nice and cozy when you’re fading away.

Nothing gold can stay.

I fall deeper into my  f a u l t s.

My present identity is nothing compared

to the soft cold winter air.

I want to leave my mortal shell.

But before I go to hell,

I’ll  d r o w n  deep in you.

The somber stare of the deer is

not as fearful as the one you  r e f l e c t.

The tunnel vision you create will be my end,

So beautiful it made me jump in.