Monday, January 02, 2017

Needless to Say




Needless to Say


Today, all is distant
in the house of dead mirrors.
Bitter will my memory be,
tart the steps
in this transparent home.

I've learned not to die
a natural death.
That's why I no longer
need to share my thoughts.
I’m like the cracks
of the house without verandas.

I live riddled
by irredeemable language,
grow crackling, deafened
by a filthy light.

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