in emptiness of
I am the will that once established light
I have been light,
Oh please, walk in light!
My friend, why we count the days
Even hours don’t matter
My dear, can I call you dear?
The shallow trails I’ve walked
And I can’t tell my feet from the trail
Can’t tell my heart from the breath that got me here
The subtle but strong sight
The one that got
your eyes of lust
your eyes that got me here once
your lips that caressed my feet
your ear that embraced by face
All now will walk in peace
but holding the posture of sickness
holding the longing for once being living
holding the manner of which I killed your heart with my bare hands
holding the gaze of as if, always irrelevant, always not belonging to the culture of belonging
I’ve seen the light, oh I have
It was the embrace of the soft skin
Not all or nothing
but all in nothing
Not holding on nothing
But all for nothing.