Vacation

I had been baptized

in the bitter ocean

of emotion and thought

Where egos constantly

contaminate the streams of

consciences with vanity

The pollution of illusion

finally dried on my

transparent skin

and I rediscovered

my boneless wings

Born again from the wombs

of Discordia

I come without Fnords

to learn and teach

the vector Calculus of thoughts

Before I unshackle myself

from the chains of Time