dreams of molten flesh
one on top of the other
in eternal embrace
mouths open
a scream frozen in
Time
moon cycles
painfully endless
hands rise to pray at the sight of a sliver-
meet me at the bend of this path
i’ll show you my woods
the lake has dried
trees have shriveled
and a handful of dreams lie on the edge of a gaping hole
where once still waters shone
gaping like the mouths that die at the edge of a scream-
sand, dust, rubble, clouds that won’t cry-
indecisive waiting-
poetry is broken
words are disintegrated
helplessly fumbling
amputated syllables
we wait for godot
as always
