Nocturnal Woman Poem by Zyw Zywa

Dreaming, I wake up
in the house of my fears

without corridors, caught
between highwalls and spirits

folding themselves almighty
around my thoughts

slowly strangling them
or inflate them to black giants

who are hungry, who are smelling me
on the ledge of death and life

darkness engulfs me, pain
awakens me in the narrow channel

that presses me into the world again
and, along with the sun and the planets

flings me away in the equilibrium
of an ordinary loiterday

in the universe, out of the night
of my fears