this void playing its trumpets
my skin burnt
my eyes blinded by someone else's words
you've let me here like a ring of fire
to walk towards myself
no shortcuts
my own voice lecturing me:
you are you
plus your deliberate sadness you no longer can control
I'm holding my chin in my palms
then I let go. I'm drawing a circle
a paper plate
a perfect apple
(it won't go bad anymore)
another day draws to a close
the untouchable vista marching away
in this rusted silver nothingness
