The slow broken time

makes you think why

would one wake up if

morning is not free

from the night



Only yesterday is born

into this ghost

of a universe that

never asks for

our dance

desire to know like

God



We haunt out the

present to explore

question

foolish like laughing

but sadly and as

you see



Most seep away

down with deep ocean

as sacred prisoners

in darkness

like men



A breath