See through the blinds, like a woman’s eyes and her heart, where
Hidden are nests full of broken eggs, hatched in malice’s strength
Vivour, and stretching ziz-zag lines– the perfect picture, hiding
In its yolk- the heart — mind’s core, and breeder of expectations- lost!
Tinker of thoughts fizzling like sprite-sprinkled-salt, like diminishingÂ
Curtains, closed like windows and shut like doors, in, to quietness-
Death, the ultimate unifier and bond with man and all:
All who are born, all, all who cried in the line’s end,Â
The journey’s horizon, where your life and death meet at a sharpest bend,
The meeting point where all, entangled, in a firm-grip,
Choke-held like a wrestler grappling on an athlete’s limb,
You struggle to pull, see, cleave, hold on to the falling curtain,
Diminishing lights, unforgiving betrayal, leaving life- to Death!
