One bright May morning

One bright May morning

I dissolved my mind

through a broken glass, 

in every particle of sun. 

I missed among 

the fragments of light. 

Dying in a shimmering floor

one bright May morning

I broke myself 

as a sphere of colors 

separating each one 

in my own abyss. 

And it was so real that morning, 

that I did not want to go back 

to being simple flesh again

and I remained in glass.


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