Haunted to see beauty on the blurs
Quietly content in the madness
that stills, looks through transparency…
Black, white bloodied sails, soaring,
no where to go, just to the edge
Along the way, I leave impressions,
losing myself as I go, as once there,
but disappears, washed, cleansed,
in mindless mumbles….
Echoes follow, melodies on corpses
Shattered fragments scatter on the lips
of lovers, only to be release on rainy days…
Ancestry slices of myself I leave at my
birth, only to be resurrected onto my
Hues running away, imprisoning
ashy flakes in solemn condolences….
Black smears burn my eyes once
again seeing your beauty….