Once Again

Those shades once again
A midnight in a long time
So many years, unfathomed
Weeds blanketing my playground
Before so many years, unbelieved
Those shades twice born at midnight
Like never before, those roots
In between, as if never passed,
A shadowy cog in the offing
Weeds unblanketing my epitaph
So many years, unknown
The shades, perhaps never to be
Once Again...

The Plot-Mark

A sleep as deep as the hollow of a crow's skull; two holes...where, were eyes once. Now gone; switched off. She becomes imaginable to me only in that deep a sleep. Is there blood still, in that dark, in those ruptures caving in, where there could still be some skin...not to be. She knows how one falls asleep, how another becomes sleep just like what I think---how to write and not to become writing at the same time. One can still sense some compensations to be scattered in that dark chamber of the skull...a few bones left still.

Is this a fantasy?
Do I only want to save myself?

Her eyes...open now.I slither away , away into the tip of a gun which has never had the privilege of knowing me! There are some birds in the sky. I look up...well, they can feel it all. They all carry a bomb each...in between their lips.

All this and other preambles like this, only to devastate the betrothed. I break it open, the birds, unflung, along what could have been the horizon...my very own. There would have to be a sleep, quite unlike the hollow of a crow's skull.