Sometimes imagination walks in the mist
Barefoot, it senses the ground
Stumbles in the steps of oblivion
Cautiously treasures anonymity
Divorces every reference
Aspires to a minimalist sublimation
Loses itself in the vastness of silence
Finding only a grey abstraction
Getting excited in the presence of monotony
Screams for a mundane tedium
Drinking the darkness with the eyes
Witnessing the nudity of words
Smiling at blank sheets of paper
Celebrates the emptiness of the pampas
Dances in the invisible turbulence of the air
Craving for a cosmic vacuum
Enjoying the ultimate pleasure of nothing
 
 

M.Daedalus