I desire light,
sleeplessness fills my eyes.
I am the remnant in a grave,
a wafted chrysalis -
though my form is dark and heavy.

I am not here, not there,
the rock face reverberates
silent interrogates...
lungs shattered...
all feeling lost,
the air, a drifting of torn leaves
almost inaudible.
I am the gust of wind
playing in a bright abyss.

Translated by Nawar al-Hassan