Crawling up the stirring metals
lucid bricks on the frozen walls
one by one, add by two, perhaps four
falling into thousand puzzles

He is loaded with nothingness
she counts her dreams and all her cents
she and them; he, himself;
tumbling into all those riddles

They hate lovers, let’s love haters
we’re all players of storytellers:
the beauty falls for the villain one
whites and blacks become one

I return, even turn
passing thought the "No Exits"
here and there, final dribbles
indulging my mislaid wishes.