Running Out of Time

Running Out of Time

Dawn is burning,

it illuminates the ruins of my heart,

the wide vaulted corridor of my heart,

the passageways of earth inside my heart,

the marshy floor of the cavern of my heart.

I look for my sinking body,

a body already missing from my body.

Is piety reborn from shock?

The gate opened and it did not manage

to move me, my feet have forgotten how to walk

without the weight of fear.

Weightlessness scares me and joy

moistens my parched lips with silence.