staring eyes of helplessness

 We no longer have invisible corridors that speak to us as if they were going to protect us fixed eyes from helplessness without-you without-me free we proclaim ourselves from silence belonging to the horizon checked on the lookout we reign in the sum and continue locked up turning like the impossible slow turned towards the slow future its slow sails brother of tomorrow as close as far as understanding the one with which we speak to each other hive of the future