A Zona

He’s even able to foresee the fall and of feeling in his skin the profound ruts dug out in the ground. In the same way he can know when a nurse is looking at him even with his eyes closed. He knows that by following that track and once down there, he would only find iron and flesh melted into one. He knows that if he can’t spread his arm into the abyss and ransom his mother from there, he can only immerse himself in that underground he has privileged access to because he doesn’t know anything else. Lonely yet unwillingly communicant ‚ the zone greets, the zone liberates.