THE ABYSS

The dark things involving redeemable

so many fingers to hurt us and we persist in looking

to get drunk,

abandoned because icy shiver

between rocks that would tell the hard truth,

that we embrace as the sun illuminates the flowers from graves

concealed the short bone

dust that is scattered into the abyss

my mouth with his tongue licking

seems to signal,

sing,

seal

not to fall into that pit again crashed.

today

as always,

your breakfast on the table,

while

silhouettes startled deny being badly injured wings,

with white flowers, stone hard.

The darkness could be your resurrection.