Words are spreading like a disease,
a mountain of emotions amounts to large doses
of admiration, of appreciation.
On the contrary, little mud pits that block the way
like manure left by stray dogs,
like spit discharged by street mongers,
laying and lying in your body's face,
are obvious signs of unwarranted espionage.
Yet, the senses are blinded, nonexistent
to the point of deviating, to evict the crime.
Ending up being a cold-blooded victim
of senseless hallucination, of deception.