Written by Tabalith


What youth –
What is this unknown
That I can’t give
A name to,
Like the vocabulary
Of a foreign language?
You forget
Out of indifference
You cannot 
Translate
To make it known
When seeing it
On a paper sheet
Of uncontrollable white

What youth –
What is this shadow 
Hushing behind 
My open rips, 
Holding between 
Its powdery  white 
Claws;  
Sand or crushed bones 
Or the shadows of 
Sand or crushed bones?
And it howls 
A serenade
I am too blind 
To understand 

What youth –
What is this beginning 
Of no sun 
With its rising 
End 
Of even less sun. 

Countless days 
Filled with 
Nothing but fog 
And sometimes: blueness 
With her sealed lips
And her fear 
To sing in red 
For my purple ear.

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