7

I
surrender to the collective worth;
while,
behind curtains I
ramble
my insanities
as I face
the nullity that is,
my audience.

I listen to old records,
looking for
a groove in which
to fit.

I leap into the night,
hoping that
the sky will pull
me
from the collapsing meaning
of Earth
I was lost in.

Perhaps,
only in a dream did I
possess
joy.