We live in such precarious times
that we fear and dread whatever moves and shines

anything even our shadows
that have resorted to live in the dangerous meadows

these times are unsettling
no one ever goes sleeping
without checking everything and everywhere

without checking everything even behind the ear

we live in times so precarious
that even breathing in dangerous

we exist in moments

of mass exit
every second is clocked by someone expiring

escaping from this madness through the unrevolving exit …

is this the sad end
of a tragic and disastrous moment
I believe that we shall still live to see
epochs of glorious expressions greater than the sea

I think that another universe exists

where to, everyone exits.

11 July 2021