Undenied by your hollow surface,
deceiving intentions disguised as the Sun.
Dancing in your storm amounted to nothing.
Hails of diamonds falling from the sky,
to the sound of a slow snarling hearth,
prominent vows still left on the table.
Caught in the relentless hold of your breath,
flows of sand biting against naked skin,
the gates shut tight, entering the night.
Breaking ground for a moment of escape
beneath the weight of your nature,
bearing down,
washed out,
crawling out of the gondola,
reaching for daylight.