Are you the night?

One who is wearing white silk realizes

that he cannot wake up;

because he is awake and confused with reality.

So he escapes, afraid, into the dream and stands in the park,

alone in the black park. And the party is far.

And the light is lying.

And the night is close around him and cool.

And he asks a woman who inclines toward him:

"Are you the night?"

She smiles.

And then he is ashamed of his white clothes.

And wants to be far away and alone and in arms.

Completely in arms.