You Become A Stranger

Give me your lips
I have to drink the dark night.

It is the final assault
for tomorrow. The idea
becomes a journey.
I have to walk on water.

True dialogue starts
when stars are not with you.
I am standing on rooftop
scanning the sky.

Let me repeat the ascent,
the hill is younger than me.
It will settle the dispute,
man was taller than god.

You become a stranger
in your own drawn circle.
Life had the absurd walls
a wounded center.