As if walking-
in cyberspace, searching
for you.

I want to ask you
to give back my tears-
which were shed,
on ****** beach.

What renunciation-
you need, living in the shell
of a mollusk?

You don't want to-
be found. O destiny, goddess
of ciphers- tell me,

why did this happen?
Your silence opening the
blood trails?

My branded poem still weeps.