The Poem’s Reply

Thank you for your invitation! But, friends! We do not like to step in the footprints of those who, recording lies in place of truth, climbed the stairs of advancement and went up. They went up and reached the top of a tower that was nothing but a cell — suppose it was made of diamond — but with no way out except the madness of loneliness from the whistle of silence and free fall from the bitter terror of nightmare: far from the caresses of human hands, real hands...