Alone in the morning ,at the earliest moment

The present the now, time of consciousness

I do not know where I am, and maybe I don’t care

I just realize that I am here to dig this frozen soil

With my very hands, naked and shivering

I am exhausted,starved and thirsty, seeking rest



I live a sacred ordeal

Mother Nature’s elements fight against me

Ice storms winds flaying my flesh

Doubts and questions slaying my mind

Nevertheless they can’t stop me



I am my own funeral cortège

Laying in my coffin vertically

The head towards the abyss

I wear mourning clothes

Crying for my ancient self



Seven feet under and above the ground

I perform my own ceremonial burial, alone

And I do it perfectly but instinctively

A nightmare bringing salvation



This dream still glitter for me

Grateful to the mystic side of me

Faithful to my dark way to be



I am sleeping

Dreaming about myself crying,

Seeing me dying

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