black

no notes

no pages

no leaves of the past

to draw an old life

collage

to paint stark madnesses

broken toys

all vanished in the diaspora

no place home

except memory

black is the colour, none is the number

surrounded by glowing abundance

i am sealed

creature of appetite, unable to inhale

or drink

all taste is gone

feel my soul wizen and shrivel

and enter the darkness

there can be no resurrection

lost under the weight of bygone

no one can touch me

no one can hear me

asphyxiation

wells of dissolution

hard judgments, self-inflicted

wandering bleak in blackness

unrelieved endless night

fade into my arms

she said

stay

I will always take care of you

you need never know

anything