In the hollow skull of belief,
I nurture a breath where dreams
stand guard over my indifference.
I understand nothing
a flock of nightmares hovers,
veiled as exhaustion;
all arrangements dissolve,
the boundaries of formless desires shift.
Where will I find the stolen gleam of a star’s
fleeting brilliance?
Where does the moon’s entranced body
glimmer in the heart of a new moon night?
Despair clings to the four walls
of brick and stone.
A mountain of pain rises in my chest,
mocking me.
Boundless anxiety scorns me
its venomous touch
walks through my nerves,
leaving wounds of silence.
The body bends,
alone, spent,
a weary relic of desire.