I have no more excuses
for your extreme amusement
but as no one knows the deal
it’s an unaccountable wintry breeze

secrets made of vacuumed air
whipped and salted beyond the sphere
invisible transparency
neglect able disparity

captured in between, shackled
with ribbons bound that loose
so easily I go, so easily I shiver
in thoughts of untied free to be

of dawn or twilight, sun or light
I see nothing cause it’s night
in me my bonds are loosened
still sadness, oh those excuses