I break apart the light,
in the early morning..
with just two fingers..

Aiya!
My room
here
somehow
becomes
the epitome of
true emptiness
for this instant.

Moments like these are my axe.
As my saturated heart beats,
this hollow chest cave
is the only country I know.

Like sinking
to the bottom of a lake,
things come to life again
in this dirty water.

But, these words are not me.
They are not mine.
They have their own life.
Their own path.
Scribbled on sheets of paper
a thousand years ago.
They have no name,
therefore I lack one.

So the myriad things are all my name.

I wait for the sunshine instant to pass,
on execution day
this axe will kiss my head.

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