Stream

Inspecting myself,
I see shatters spread,
each bit on a dimension,
completely unattached.

How can someone live everywhere,
but in no place at all,
left inside in the probes of void,
breathing, breathing, gasping.

Bubbles spit from the corner,
like chords of a piano
played in an asylum,
and counting down to craziness.

I jump into the river,
looking for a stream,
something that take me
to the unity once lost.

Enchanted mermaids appeared,
and hug me,
from that moment onwards,
I know that I've drowned.