They will make you pay See that you can’t find your way Slipping weary from fingers Breath follows the long sigh Mistakes beyond parallel All masks wore now thin Thin… As I stumble, evoking not a sound The crack opens and we kiss the ground so warm We were stories flying, papers left on the wall The crack will smile as we embrace the ground so warm Exhausted from dust of ages My grimace bleeds with contempt Lying here idled by will Listen to the whispers of the desert The light is binding I devour its entrails Bewildering solitude Immersed by movement A jungle of alienation Sucking bare the life, so pure?