Half-living in your gaze
a prisoner of messed―
up life in a petri dish.

Streaking in blood and salt
your inoculation failed.
Now a missed abortion,

takes place. You cannot
defend your freedom, before
the ruthless destiny.

The courage versus scourge
of dust and rage, of
the blowing grains of skeletons.

In my crescendo, you
will hear the most intense,
music of a resilient spirit.