absence; restlessness; a weekend to flicker in the depths of blackness where the heat of the sun is lost in the winds and the canyons of insignificant fingertips will
never touch the delusions of salvation you transfer between fragile, senseless hands.
xerosis lingers, for there is no pool of life that glistens or w(h)ets the attention of a stone-faced lover, the word skimming along your dry lips like so many grains of sand.
indifference staggers up to sniff the palm of your heart like a pitiful fleabitten dog,
endearing the youths whose execution still clings to the trickles of time and engulfing
the coal-kissed stars falling around
you.
