Eyala

I now only enter through doors
with my body creating a diagonal.
I do this out of respect
for the shadow-race; for his shadow
is the skin-race.
I no longer take off my boots
and toss them away like two sunken

boats.

(They dance until releasing the bitterness).

Not like now,
just as if.

(There are white eyes waiting to be
drawn).

I no longer sleep without crickets
or barefoot images.

There is a continent looking at me

out of the corner of its eye,
and another where my feet
take the shame for a walk.