chained

God fettered me happily
candles are lit by Sundays
to warm me up out of pity

  • I dilute humility with water in a daze
    I’ve ground my sentences to a clear bit
    though my skull and teeth are like wrath
    adrenaline drives me with a holy whip
    as evil grabbed me on a narrow path
    the heavenly bed is poisoned with blood
    you humiliate me with your big-eyed lack
    all scars mature into a single one
    you look dim as it mirrors back
    fools talk about my poems the most
    the ravine is full of chatter
    they’ll never understand the pulsation of the cosmos
    because I am nothing but a figure of a battle
    although in chains I arrive as a free man
    hibernating into nothingness weightless
    only numbers make up my life to tell
    and it seems my rare horoscope isn’t painless
    I would die but I fear the gods are tough
    I can never use their weapons
    to wake up a nice word would be enough
    to put together my dubious figure in seconds