perpetual percussions
signals the onset
of the annihilation of my unconcious state
i awake between death
in this liminal verse
i am only senses now
i can trace inhuman constellations
with my eyes closed
for they exist only in my own isolated darkness

i see mutations of identities
i may have once conversed with
but i know them no longer
for they are dancing unearthly dances
and they inspire my escape from myself

i see the birds, the birds in the sky, that is no longer a sky
in fact they are not even birds, for they are empty and blind
they are wraiths
doomed to encircle the withering skies
in their meaningless sojourn they cry
but i hear them only in my heart