our own impermanence is concealed from us.
The trees stand firm, the houses we live in
are still there. We alone
flow past it all, an exchange of air.
Everything conspires to silence us,
partly with shame,
partly with unspeakable hope.
We’re athirst beasts
alone at night
between feared lines
We only struggle for desire
to feel our will alive
We await in the dark
until as poet
Love whose name remain unknown
leading my dreams upon my words
until the day we won’t rest alone.