just a joke
without a punch line
a chicken
without its head
a funny little anecdote,
a cut the never bled
a story that is left untold
because others fell asleep
the horizon that you never saw
while looking at your feet
your words are paradoxical
to the liquid of your spine
your cries into the universe
internally are sublime
your emotions wax lyrically
but the wax is paraffin
just a pool of liquid
a thin layer of your Sin
the flame that burns above
shows your thinness
to the core
just a puddle of useless wax
when the flame dims
even more useless
than before