Deep inside something wants to emerge,
now paralized, partly incomprehended
and stuck half-way in the corridor
where Form and Representations meet.
There, the Unknown gets yanked of its essence,
and forced to fit cruel spaces is deeply pushed,
now crushed and deformed to a vague resemblance
of what it could have been, without remorse or patience.
But being aware of such crime, the unmanifested yields,
retreating to the no-place of safety;
and now another formless shadow lurks and waits,
preys into the conscious thoughts, so lure and tempting.
From far outside something starts to immerse,
in a fast collapse, mostly anticipated
when the expanding shadow froze the deed
and the repressed action succumbed to fantasy.
In delightful deceit
a brightful star bursts out coronas
while in between
the Vacuum implodes in no-mass.
And so the dance continues,
of the self-assembling facts
that collide with inner obstacles
so that they twist and swirl at last.