We remain suspended. fluctuating
In these waters of unknown wellness
Flooded by a silence of emotions.
Emotions that make our loneliness
More deep. clear and awful.
As nails that dig died skins.
As eyes that bleed making skins acid
As hair that strangles the crowd s voices
in this air rarefied by thoughts
to make us more conscious of the restless lack
of the Hope from us stolen.