Poetry

Why were you afraid 
of unknown? 
I am washing away 
the whole truth in the vicinity 
of discrepant nouns. 
The words will articulate 
the body overrun by rough 
handling of the golden triangle. 
 
The arrival does not stop 
the allegro. 
Claustrophilia enslaves you. 
You start a new journey 
towards a non-space and non-entity. 
Was there anything beyond the naught. 
I have come faraway. 
Will not return to numbers.