Its weight in gold
On my mind

I recite
The sound of murmur
Flowing in through the gap between the window and flower pot
The vibration of melody in the dusk
Somebody is playing violins
I feel on my skin
The moist touch of falling fog

We dissolve in the acid bath of memories
We change
In the paradox of mortality and remembering

Past the shadows
Where we glitter
Stripped from the bother of time

Black ravens

Water moves slowly

Sliced between decay and molecules of oxygen

The flow so cold

It tastes of

Heavy frozen earth


Black wings


Majestically decorating

This moment


They leave marks

All over

The white cloth


My heart reaches

But finds nothing there







After trauma

Others sweep around me
Blurred shapes in fog
Slither under ice
I stand amongst
In a ball of cotton
In an armour
Behind unreachable wall
Where solitude resides