moonlight is a dog mad
with insomnia voices are multiplying
in the head
stroboscopic images
are screaming carried by gusts
of frantic southern wind
even if you close
the windows the emptiness is beginning
where the body ends
on the indefinite curve of van koch
along which fear
is beginning to break you
saving your settings…
windows is shutting
down
but from
the moonlight there’s no
hiding there’s no
running away from its
biting growl and there is no
sleep