when the rays of light seep through a leafy crownof the dome-shaped treewho stands so stillunder the traveling lampof Phoebus
hush — say you, restoring silence over the forest of a room,a single bedroom apartment
a speck of dust confronts your violence, minutely, in a hurry,but dies awaywhen touches windowpanecaressing other specks…
How dost thou cover the ulcerous placewhat unctions, potions, magic dost thou useto skin unseen and film the filthy memories of youth?what dost though useto ope thy soul, repent, forgive,forget misgivingsthat oft bereft thy spiritof blithe? virtue or vice? or both combined?by acting fair? loving boldly…