so tired
I might put myself in the womb
to rest

stretching my fingers like dry-cords
you're whispering the words
I'm so blind as I might have been before
while you are wiping me out of control

and then we dance
within
stroking the thin air under
the shallow dark of
everything


(but don't hit the highest tone
of absence
with my breath
when kissing my forgetful lips
you let your dance to flow through crisps
persisting, dwelling circles
of abyss)


(I am part of our God
I love my Lord
despite of sins, and darkness, and the song
I'm still in love)