bits and pieces of my mind some inside
a thought and mostly in pretty clouds
this secret, through the bowels of waves
kept it until this now. i, i cannot feel
pity; strong waves drowning rocks
and breathing fish — through severe orbit
furious eyes wish to remain calm rather.
A halo of glittering gossamer obscure
the periphery of your third-eye and
i cannot speak but say intimate horror
is unbearable during daylight.
so i scream. without mouth.
scream deep inside my stomach
wishing this strange novelty
of isolated nobility stops prowling
around my Soul.
:: 05-08-2019 ::