10-05-2022, 08:45 PM
Nearing fulfillment
sleep abandons me
and the wish like a filament
burns out.
In the black sun of consciousness
too real flesh evaporates
leaving behind a fragile husk.
No use to grasp it,
it will only crumble in my hand.
sleep abandons me
and the wish like a filament
burns out.
In the black sun of consciousness
too real flesh evaporates
leaving behind a fragile husk.
No use to grasp it,
it will only crumble in my hand.