If in the air a gasp
rapidly flapping wings
on the edge of the night
vaguely floods your pale face
in this silent wall of shadows
tell me where that bright path is
that I dreamed of for us in our most beautiful days?
It is the time my dear for a profounder prayer
in this gathered shell of naked flesh
like a wound that cannot heal
in a faint and animal tremor
infinitesimal particles
of a brownian haze
I beg your pardon my children
no longer my eyes see
in the dark we are all alone
