I boarded the train at the metro
at around 9:00
or 9:15
or perhaps, 9:30, 9:35
but time is of no consequence
here;
I had to go somewhere
I remember
from here to there,
there to here;
what does it matter?
I sat
the Alchemist, my sole companion
held my hands
and we were
falling
in love
perhaps.
But now I can’t really remember him
or her
what does it matter?
There were others too in our compartment
with us
and without;
we were together
oh yes
we were together;
they had eyes,
no irises,
no flowers
ever grew below the earth;
so there was nothing to see anyway
but I saw shadows of them
each penetrating another
to give birth to
monsters,
we were journeying together
endlessly,
here to there,
there to here
from darkness to darkness
although there were electric lights within
to illuminate
floor, furniture, faces,
advertisements;
I looked out of the window
and saw
Narcissus
drowning in a black pool
but no promise
of a flower.
A phone rang in a corner,
that farthest corner,
a voice,
it was mad,
it was selfish,
it spoke alone,
perhaps
it was lonely,
merely sound and
Echo
lost and drowning in its own waves,
insignificant;
my neck,
a serpent,
twisted, turned,
meandered,
in search
of what?
I never remember
We had everything before us,
we had nothing before us,
and behind was the same;
we traveled
from darkness to darkness
contained in a tin box,
sardines
marketed
here and there,
there and here,
rotting in between
the sky and the fires
But what does it matter?
what does it matter?
