A cluster that shifts its way through air,
Maneuvers over the dust framed on the walls;
Dangling like a fading murmur.
May a blur of delineation
Hang up on the wind, for it can fall.
The armor of nothingness devours
The endomorph encapsulated
To a glass of assumed euphoria;
Privy only to those whose confidence
Sits solemnly on a bed side table,
Besides the visions of tomorrow:
Where bathtub flows carelessly,
Till the matter dries up against the walls,
For it only rests beyond the dust,
Till the frames of the sky
And the gravity embraces,deathly,
A life long ghost.
May a blur of delineation
Hang up on the wind, for it can fall.