drop

what I seek is not to be found 

so let me 

diminish to a drop and never come back 

the mad fire inside burns my body to ashes 

yours too 

and my feet are rootless on uncertain ground 

the world is dead with distraction 

loud and asleep like an illness 

Black Ocean,

I do not recognise the glum reflection 

that stares back with dead eyes, skin-cold and expanding like ink 

my own 

I cease all thought and movement 

for they paint me blue with fatigue 

*

Your song is my body 

and with sunrise I pour outwards

like a river of foam arriving to its mother 

my heart alters into an immutable beat of drum 

I become 

water of sound at Your feet