i find myself awaken
where light blinds eyes
where silence pierces ears
i’m too weak to go on
i’m to sick to look back
time stands still
outside life sinks away
while it’s cold inside
may be the location for the last scene
a perfect geometry
where no shadow is cast
where frozen walls
soak the fear and soak the pain
a perfect symmetry
broken only by my dwelling here
the corners between the walls
are interfaces between our hands
it’s a blank form
where different planes intersect
and time dissolves
but my articulations interrupt perspective,
so i’m asked to leave…