Endangered Species

I wish a lock & key
To the palace of my reverie;
Earth-bound isn’t half the qualm,
Like crippled legs treading calm water
Am I in this diseased confinement:
Unemployed – their insects invade –
Crawling through the aperture of my pivot,
Gnawing on the fetus in my womb,
Becoming the womb itself.
Blame adores no entity;
It is true, I journeyed here to
Desperate land:
Empty art from every hand:
It’s a test to choose the right sign
Buried in familiar sand –
Sojourner, I’ll fail you, if I end here!
O – these broken moons –
That seem no fatality to housed idea –
Taunt my spirit with their abstract tides
Gravitating me naturally
To bed sheets of my refuge.
Flooded in my howling is the
Echo of some reprisal –
Who is turning my tears into
Translucent flames?