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?