Close your wounds.
Close your wounds...
The small man,
the hollow man...
My victory is no brighter here
than Cinderella’s in her stepmother’s eyes...
Would you be sated with a single sip
when your thirst is vaster than oceans...
The loops unroll,
each birthing another...
Flare of candlelight,
briefly cuts the velvet night...
I watched the waves of days,
laden with rue and sorrow...
Oh lovely one, oh lovely one,
so gentle...
Lately, I have been remembering
so much of my younger years...
Even in the storm,
learn...
The pain upon my heart was carved
A wound I never sought or starved...
Oh,
my chest...