At full
moon
At full
moon
I follow my
shadow
finding a
path
Specks of tar
on the road
like a
black lizard,
rustling in
the forest
Both feet on the ground,
walking,
I feel how
fragile
this heavy
dancer,
my vulnerable
self :
just a glimpse
of long
gone stars
I wonder
if I follow
myself,
a dream
or always
just a shadow
