Nocturnal warfare - A short poem
Today we´d like to let you in on a short poem called “Nocturnal warfare” that Gypus has recently written.
Eyelids shut… The reverb is big and the corners of those thoughts are blunted and tortuous. Fingering the mambo-jambo that flies in the darkness and that heart attack. Leaving a grenade in the chest. Launching the body into an echo that violently pepper the black canvas with a plethora of small triangular outlines. Eyelids shut… The triangles and me. Triangles have 3 sharp points. That´s a fact and a human pact! Knowing it. Eyeballing it. Studying it. Sensing it. Being it. Disbelieving it. Bending it. 3 seconds from now…everything is nothing and nothing is everything! 1+2 equals 3. 1+2 equals 3! If you add the number 1 to the number 2 will it then be 3? What are 3? BANG!!!