the—one—who counts only—one—
number before sleep?
Lighting the candle—
with a match—so—I can get close
to a rough—match—with
the soft ticking of the clock—
In the street —those—
who have walk down the aisle—
stand—still—stay quiet and observe—
waiting for the bus—in the obnoxious rain—
and the dangerous metaphors of
the clouds—are wider than— the polysemic night—
there I am—in the midst of crossroads—there I am—
hidden behind a blind—of those apertures—
there I am—among them—.