From Afar

The dazzling point barely visible will surprise me
 I shall lose respiration beside its breath
Abrupt to the roaring shocks of the useless
From afar back in my salty lands
The slope is high and I stagger here, worn to the teeth by this mutistic love
The possibles will release the bass sound of the knell
Then the rustle of the stones
And I shall know better
I shall, prudently, under my shadow
The thread of this bound curling around the neck
I shall go down, sensitive to the delightful indifference of the hanging
The thoughts finally empty from all that is forever lost to me
Wet of gratefulness to be still half
The sweetened bleeding dried with silence
This unfathomable sorrow, on the arms of my waiting
I shall at last have crumbled it

April 2015