the light beam hardly made it's way
through the half-broken window glass
(which cracks look like spider's web)
stumbling, fracturing darkness.
making visible each one of my hidden scars
glowing with blue weary veins
melting as the first snow on my tongue
on the wall's puddle closing the chain.
I wish I can make this paper piece
to become the greatest of swans
but gravitation brings me to knees
in this gloom I have to barely crawl.
I love to pretend to be free
as everyone from the whole world
only physics and math do not agree
them prevent origami to fold.