drumS and peanutS

trough tiresome and boredom,
i write this writing whit my blood,
only the wretched and the strong apart their view,
all the things makes me wonder nothing,
and without hesitation spread the word,
the word it's: space,
like a shot of clocks and laughter becomes a precious feature,
in this garden of communication that i own,
it's dry like a desert,
like a dune,
like an not wet pussy,
you try to call the owls in the middle of the day,
to answer your questions but they just stare.
So limitless in your cage,in your game,
i'm start to feel ------ because i can't tell you word : space,
covered by this stellar blanket,
as i approached the statue of your image,
i understood that the message was misplaced,
by a bunch of people,
a huge amount of people actually,
the trance just transformed me,
and when i realized that i was becoming into something that i didn't knew what was,
i remembered you ,
told to myself that i was wrong,
i also realized that that could take ages for me to figure it out.
But i wasn't happy.