They will make you pay

See that you can’t find your way

Slipping weary from fingers

Breath follows the long sigh

Mistakes beyond parallel

All masks wore now thin

Thin…

As I stumble, evoking not a sound

The crack opens and we kiss the ground so warm

We were stories flying, papers left on the wall

The crack will smile as we embrace the ground so warm

Exhausted from dust of ages

My grimace bleeds with contempt

Lying here idled by will

Listen to the whispers of the desert

The light is binding

I devour its entrails

Bewildering solitude

Immersed by movement

A jungle of alienation

Sucking bare the life, so pure?