40th story - rendering

"Hey you.
You drug,
you placebo in a happy
and light blue environment.

Hey you pointless meaning,
meaningless song,
you rush hour in the morning,
or sunlight in a gothic chamber,
or disease that sings happily
on empty streets
through unquoted pavements,
and silly summer thoughts.

Hey you translucent object
in which I can see myself...
...and pretend it's not me
or maybe it's not you
or maybe we're both just images
seen by a lost child
with his eyes drowning in unknown places.

Hey you, my sweet disaster
my missing feature
my saved word in a vague hole
my piece of sky
my smiling rendering
my baleful,
my beautiful,
my childish,
my forgotten,
my sweet
...rendering."