The Search

Search of themes,
Characters,
stories.

A bottle of mineral water,
cities crossed in a single bottle.
He threw away the map last night
from a bridge, into that black river.

The smoothed corners of the map,
jeered him.
His search ran against
the map's life.

Tonight, he will throw his watch.
Their hands have enslaved him.
Why should he watch the round dial?
He will break one more bond tonight.

His search,
a series of venegance.

Maybe, a day will come
when he, himself,
will impediment
the search.

And, maybe,
he will overcome himself.
He will break the bond,
one more, in his search.

He will end his life.
The search, incomplete.