Seeking
walls looming over my sanity,
whisper secrets in his litany vigilant stillness
torment that lies
life inside my body. Something
collapses, breaks
and withered me.
my skirt never tasted such disdain as if you smiled
when you smiled that day, that saw me and smiled-
without prior
sense
human cold
of my hand on your body of ice.
Winter without snow is sadder
that
leafless tree branches that have been twisted
by vice, weight, ABAL
hope.
The gray dawn of
is sadder because birds do not call
the sun, and the crows call upon death
enucleated.
mourn
I do not know all this, and all this
I have seen with their eyes
the clarity and candor of those who do not know
not want to miss. Because
you go and come and go and not come
and you may not call me more
account
already have saturated the call this morning
always lily
and fog.
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