Stairs Poem by Tamiz Ludi

I'm going up the stairs. A deep dense darkness is sitting on the cornice.
The light, like the swans of Matice, are flattering on the floor,
square blocks of lights are flickering

The darkness are so entangled that they are like cobwebs
The bats are flying away
The reflections are flickering in thin lights
And the lights are cracked, as if a canvas painted with acrylic

Among all these I'm putting down my steps with my rhombus-type feet
on dense blood or mud
Without feeling anything we are moving away from the thick ink-dark darkness

Avoiding flickering light
We are moving up an eternal stairs, memorizing another eternity.