Funnel Poem by Darlan M Cunha

Life started like a scream
but everyone was already fed up
of screams - the world is synonymous
of the verbs scream bark scream moan
lowing, finally, walking on the impossible.

Then he entered the skin of a worm
and stored enough poison
for your purposes, always keeping
distance, and also being distanced
for the Other, repeating the old king Solomon:
an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth (two for one) .

At the stage when sex was everyday
and debts and doubts accumulated
in a dangerous way, with no return, fell
in a reality capable of leaving the victim
in a trance - and so, in a trance, he entered
in the hospital, ran away, dressed up as a consumer good

but for no one this is not okay,
and so, living their hindrances,
without a reliable environment, he sought faith
even run from it like the devil runs from the cross,
reflecting the rejection of the social, follows the concept:
"Walker, there is no way." *