Sand and sky throbs in me upon your wake
Your eyes the destiny of my everything
I am a lost in you like gazing at an intricate fountain —
I have bled the celestial capsule of my dead-end genes
My ancestors do not protect me in this cruel world
I am without friends or significant companions.
All that I am is stolen slowly in time, again alone.
My heart has no Queen to steal the sunshine of my days
I am it seems unworthy of the handwritten spark
Where poems could flee with trust and wine and soil —
My life is a fraudulent hope of adoration, without the capacity
To manifest this heart’s love into the real world.
All that I am is lasting insecurity and a vivid vulnerability,
I’m left nude without recourse to self-compassion or empathy-striving
Kindness that has tainted my will with an enduring taste of failure.
Ruined and embarrassed, I am left an inconsolable singular identity,
That has been trained in ninja-cowardice of silence
As if for a thousand years, a muted thing without sharp charisma.