Was of a mind - lingering,
in easily nested reasons
quartered an irretrievably empty room:

Waiting

The pulled; cards left me forced down and inconsolable,
rarely really good enough, left clinging hard and silenced

Placed there; the thorns filled the Path up to the Skies
and kept hidden for any pieces of mind or indifferences

Cutting in; my screams on the pitfall walls
and passing through labyrinths by never entering…

Writing home; to dear Truth
about the forgotten and tearing conditions of Life:


You insist that I grow alone and in heartlessness,
to infirmity calling out longing’s incurable reasons!

See here this understanding interpreter of his longing
that never feared that emotions could die away much more
acknowledging to have stopped within a wide open stare
and sadly emotions cannot be further blunted down any more
in the fouled languishing growing away into suffering
while effect readily collects its too simple excuses.

But,
wishing still to be offered just one decent tomorrow
that down here refuses to gnaw the already clarified.

Everything is so dumb…
that only with words can it be considered wisdom.