Helical Stalemate

"Mente a forma d'elica
Consolami
Visione Univoca
Orienta me"

Without forces, stay like amoeba
Overloaded particles quiver
They turn, according to wavy pattern
I perceive to be the second here

Rain down on us, pitch drops on the ground
Black avalanche on my empty head
Four empty walls

If the cure is silence
If the cure is resignation
If the end is only salvation
I slip in a helicoidal stalemate

Now I'm living on light squares, one by one
My thoughts drop down in this place
Moving in a compressed space, white rooks at my side
Oblique gaits were the needs

Barely hearing, delicate and suffused
Barely feeling interferences that stab on me
Barely hearing, my voice was silence

Unpredictable, the shape of wonder and despair
It's all me now, for your emptiness that pulls me under
Under again

If the cure is silence
If the cure is resignation
If the end is only salvation
I slip in a helicoidal stalemate

It's the same fall, it's the usual form
It's the same fall, it's the usual form