I am one hundred thousand water droplets
Leaning fast on the oxygen like daylight over the cemetery.
I am that very light that forms parallelograms
In the sun dial of your bare white room in the rail town.
I am the child that falls and does not break anything;
I am the child that falls and gets hit by the train in Barcelona.
I was never yours.
I am your reflection in the back of a fish refracted beneath your lance
Ready to dart away. I am in the air of the prison vents
And in the vents of the court room just before that
And I precipitate within the dew on the monuments years later.
I am the parallelogram of light that falls
On the empty side of your bed after the war.
The same that forms infinite trapezoids of myself as the days wear on
And draws all over your walls in the evening and morning light,
The same that encapsulates the motes of dust that are not mine but yours.
Unfortunately you will have to understand that I am no more
And strangely so, I never was.

I never once knew loneliness
Could bring about such fear
Until that day I lost your love
Now lost and lonely dear!
You brought me so much happiness
You filled me with delight
Now as I'm here all by myself
My sunshine turned to night!
See not to very long ago
You came into my life
No matter how I pushed away
You still became my wife!
You loved me like no other has,
You softened hardest heart,
Yes with your soft and gentle touch
You ripped my life apart!
Now love you see's a touchy word
'Cause sometimes its so cruel,
For often times you love someone
To find you've been a fool!
Although I made safe boundaries
Your love pushed right on through
I felt I knew what real love was
But found it wasn't true!
When one heart loves another
As life swings to and fro
Sometimes your love is shown the best
By letting loved ones go!
So this I've done unwillingly
I know it wasn't right
To hold on to your love no more-
I finally quit the fight!
My heart still longs for you my dear
My mind is all a buzz
I never once before have felt
What lonely really was!

you hide behind your
painted lips of dahlia
and charcoaled eyes

thinking cheap concealer
can enshroud the
burning thoughts
that churn in your mind

it had to start somewhere
Odysseus never came home
only chaos promised to return
the dome of illusion will be (ful)filled
with stones
the mutual game of deception is over
the pride of the mountains collides
with itself
the rise of irony in history
the decay of fists
awaits dignity to play
one more card today
chaos chooses its roots
beneath the surface
inside millennia
of looking over the sea

godless promises await
mundane
a fresh horizon
of pain