Hidden Truths

An undignified thought is hurting me

as I see the petrified look

cold as a stepping-stone

the moments are dashing all over the body

faster and faster

from extinct stars descending into stairs

to lighten me

and all around me

I hear wings

wings of the birds of prey

I hear the flight of birds drawing the sky

with the nobility with which he caresses our minds

I cannot see

what needs to be seen

as the giant moment

is already beside me

and with a last move

it steps onto the truth

and holds it under its foot

so I can’t see it