Cruelty of heart
The swelling
Before tears
When no tears come

The pressure
In my ears
The howling wind
As if
A portal in my head
Could take me away

To mountains swarmed
In tempests
Touching the sky
Daring to scrape the stars

My head hums
I think of conch shells
Holding oceans
In their caverns

Yet
In this silent night
Crickets
In my empty dreams
I am allured
To unbinding
In the distant tides
of nought