these cemented feet sinking in
all floor is wet clay
soaking rags, icing
lone moan heard by no)one
no air ,
same restraints of one's steps
oscillating vertically
sinking in matter, mind rambles deadly
variations of be gone
in silence, prolong dreamstate
idyllic faith for the worthless
no death is in vain.
The marble marvelous moon lover
wisely shuts our ears
closes the eyes, feels what's only bright,
leaving a dying sloth sink alone
without home
with no caring caress to comfort
no reasons no thoughts
and dead flowers as soul