the black reaches my brain
not this again
I keep telling myself
don’t you swallow the colours
and let me sink
into what seemed
to be a thinking civilization —

letting out one single sigh
then turning out the lights
on my night rider
my ever trustful companion
leads me through the dark
there are parties on the riverside
but I need to hide —

the colours won’t follow
at least there are shadows after dawn
will there be another night?
may I guess what’s on the other side?
would you please
turn on your eyes
keeping yourself in disguise?

        © Dominik Alexander / 2024
        © Enrique Meseguer (image)