[kʌnt]

my mouth is filled

with the darkness

and thirty two teeth

I nod to everything

and I am very agreeable

in my absence

I sit back to back

with myself

and we merge into

each other

unity of free will

and determinism

I can’t hear any of you

through all the commotion

my rattling mind

makes inside

my head

I can’t answer to any of you

my mouth knows only

the shape

of the swear words

and how to howl

I rather stay in this

dark room

with these

dark eyes

with the dark sky above me

and the darkness within me