Aug 1, 2017

The Room of Darkness

la nuit seule dans ma voix 
— Jean Senac
I am from darkness,
my homeland is an aging butterfly
my prayers are the desert.
I wash in rain’s spit,
in my prayers the sun
dances tip-toe.
My god on the brink of a death.
He the echo’s infra-violet.
He is a storm
that loves to talk.
I was born with a genetic defect,
one of twins: I
and solitude.
I shall give you all a sad heart,
a burst eye, a foot
with twenty toes
and other limbs left me
by my friend Time.