O earth, give this intense cursed silence
to this body.
In this ruthless division of time
give a solitary abyss to hide face
when I cannot stand against oppressive tide.
There is no heart, no love, no remorse – just
meaningless festivities in streets and alleys
where I, too, stand under the neon lights.
I ache as I watch them rip apart others
all in the name of doing right, fun, and games.
Who am I to know what is right? For my
reality defines my stride, – so I stand. I voice…
Often I stand alone, to measure the circumference
of the moon, while pondering the depths of death.