In between the dotted lines

As truthfulness appears to be walking sideways

The remote horizon tries to distract my feel

Waving in front of my eyes handicapped half truths

Adding uncertainty to the dilemmas that stuck on my track

Encouraging low self-esteem to force me fall on my knees

Trying to blemish any hopes before they begin to arise…

Unstable horizons formed of unstable dotted lines

Urging me think hard the question worth asking

To conduct myself in perceiving the answer

And halting half-truths before they accelerate my dilemma

So I let the truth percolate

In order the percutaneous feel does not shadow my presence

So, whoever had the courage to draw those dotted lines

By way of his liking or meaningless imperious demand

Perfidious’ look will try to make disappear in the dots’ shadows

Hopping I never thought of coming up with the right question that arise…

...About the empty spaces reprimanded in between dots…

Because whoever drew the horizon that way

Will need real guts to persecute my question

Replenishing their ego above reproach

Tangently speaking, no point contact of any form

Convincingly trying to sell their foolishness for sense

But geared up eloquence…

Perparim 2004