In smithereens:
In smithereens,
The sense hereafter!
Inside the wreck
Time has been capsulated.
And if beauty was to flow
If it was to hold, in
Denial,
The voices whispered
And then pretended to
Die
For a while…
In a raucous spell
Dragging fury and filth
The shapes cascaded
Upsetting the songs
As they split and deteriorated
In vain, in pain
The voices cried
And then died
For a while.
Do you hear them now?
Do you hear them?...
What love is this?
What love is this,
That has creeped up on me?
Reluctantly I sink in my teeth
As the dark sets in, I wonder
How deep is the valley?
I can only see
The side mountains,
Scraps of settlements
Harboring
Ignitions of fear,
Temples looming
Over my doom
Before
Flags waving
Sounds hissing
Dust gathering
Weighing on me…
What hope is this?
Is it finally clear?...
When the blank paper spoke to me pt.1:
-Have you crossed the line again?
-Of course I have…
-Have you learned no lesson?
-I have honed a method
I am a predator
Fear me
Get away from me
Do not be nice to me
You cannot tame me
For I will tame you…
My way…
-Your way…
-I’m the fox and the hound
I’m the fish and the line
I’m a bird, I am free
-You are chained to your needs
-Love me if you dare
Spare me,
Will I disappear?
-Between the cracks
Under the fragments
Resides the ghost of the whole
And somewhere in there, the pieces…
-The pieces of my soul…
