Noise Afraid

Talons of the wind
Slowed down the orgies
Of wisdom's epitah
In the kindness of black spots
Entwined to the blind years.

Everyone "lives" because they are helpless.

But they're too crushed to know.
Towers of glass
Reflect preachers and thieves
In the same light:
Truth is a shallow sea
It can wet your feet
But can never immerse your whole body.

"Oh ageing moon
Hide me from your children,
They are so pure
I am so wretched,
Though you did not make me like this.
Oh give me this sordid night
And I will repent."

My dreams are in the gutter
With the noise afraid of what it deafens
And the long-suffering silence
Cages the princely melancholy.

Sanctuary: calling, calling.

Do not put me on a pedestal
I am merely alive.
Do not leave me in the shackles of illicit prizes
That pull me tight to their waists.

Sanctuary: calling, calling.

Ears devour unwanted words
That bypass the eyes as they melt:
But caresses speak louder
And are heard by hazy instincts.

I don't know
Just what I'm doing
But, I know
That's just why I do it
And, at that
I know I enjoy it.
So, I wish only
To be blind to the deafened voices.