I thought I found myself
Seeping through the lines of your palm
I'd wondered often about the residue
Of my lips on your fingertipsI dwell a lot on the times
I swallowed my own tears
Listening to minimalist music
Losing shreds of consciousness to
The melody of a shattered divinity
I can't live in this world
If life is jarred and caged
By a system of faculties in the mind
That care not for the
Yearnings of a failing heart
Or a human whose gaze is
An endless abyss
Or a human whose life
Is a broken machine
And a human who smiles
Before the hurricane