Dreams: Pictures of unconcience memory

Gifts from the one who's beyond it all
the magnificient cell
shattering the earth
in two pieces and movements.
Cornered
at the edge of oblivion
lays a little child, a kid,
just a small being
trapped in a smaller body,
waiting and hoping
that those walls
that separates him from the outside,
from the real world,
don't fade away
leaving him naked in the dark.
This little child doesn't want to scream,
'cos the fear he feels
is to much just for him to show it.
Just
as the only sane person
once called out to the air
"The end is mysteriously close to the beginin'".