Eumenide

PHOTO: Diego Fernandes

A sound, a kind of noise
Is always there in my head
So I go looking for silence
A joy of the dead only

So my running my speed
A silent meteor fills
The braincase space
With a piece of peace

The fury after the Furies
My still life is motion
So faster and faster I go
Chasing eumenides

Until I stop
That’s when they turn
The chase on me.