Emergence

each day I die
clandestinely
but the universe is spying me on

for masking the ashes
grey ruins of my soul
awake

and those bits of life
as reals as apprehended

the ones i structure... the return

for a question of resurrection
i come back in the death's placing in
where i am dead

another time i'm only lignt and tumult
another time i'm just shadow and silence

otherwise
i emerge again from an old stagnation