Eyelashes (poem).

May thy eyelashes be the crib
where thy inner silhouttes
can lay once thou are awake;

Let ‘em undertake to be the refuge,
the shelter through which no fiery
sunbeam can ever reach
their transparent skin,
their immaculated dreams,
their unheard voices;

Let ‘em be plenty of howls
(the palace where everything and nothing happens)
and let ‘em be plenty of thy own screams!,
the roof over which 
a full moon
get eventually hung
by its own gravity…