In A Square Circle

I wake up scared at night
 and hesitatingly open the fridge
 to see if it is still alive.
It seems to me that it is getting colder,
that I am getting blind when you are turning off my light
I am saved only in the morning
 when I am shaving
and I can see instead of my beard,
 I grow grass.
Someone has been calling me insistently,
 for a few days
 to give me explanations,
to  sell me shadows.
I go out in the street to look for That Someone
I can't find him
so I  am petrified between the statues of the cold traffic lights
that gossip in all colours.
I know that one day I will write you a poem
without any words
This news is shocking
That Someone is coming out of the TV.
and eating my dinner.