Lunacy

Like a stranded star,
glowing alone,
his shadow walked down the road,
sun-rays outgrown.
and, the progressive ambiguities,
overriding it's colour and shape,
fear invading the road,
continually swapping itself with the reality.
and, he sang the songs that prevailed,
in the air, through which, light escapes,
travels straight, into a land that changed,
life to death and death to life,
eternal wishes that are never sufficed.
and, the shape went ahead,
travelling to the north
where the music was played,
the howls of life and the melody of the dead.
then it went to a place that shone,
empty as the outer space,
and with a stranger,
duplicable as a clone.
and it glowed like a stranded star,
being made permeable to the eternal dark.