What is the time?

Sacrifice of the Black Swan.
(olio su tela dimensioni 60 x 90)

What is the time?

It is the time of the Chagall
It is the time of the knife that sizes through
From top to bottom
From throat to umbilici
Seriously; with no compromise, with no escape
And then? There is no more! This is it!
That is the thing

Want to be a dry leaf
Want to have no more water?
Not yet.

Want no more smiles. Face the truth. See the face. As it is.
That is the thing

There is no future? There is a thin line of ice. Of steal. Grey and black.
But no swan?

Just a picture of me in the middle of a dark form
Perhaps a vessica? A womb?
No love?
A face? Always dreamed of? A mirror image? Lips never kissed always wanted to?
And there are 2 songs deja
And no more pictures? New pictures less flesh no money no buy just exist and trace the lines of the veins in the dry leaf