Knowing

The lightbulbs know everything,

That is why I hide from them;

They know how the pasty odour can waft over

The seashells anew,

They know everything.

The fluorescence glows;

It sends a serene pale death

To the snake in arms.

It sees me, and waves, a tiny bubble

Breast surrounded by an aura of frenzy;

There was nothing left,

But a tiny little glob of pests,

And nothing sees,

Until the twilight dawn presents.