Dragonfly

 

 

Weeping wall am I anything but your drop

lying here sleeping under grey fur 

         and not feeling impudent

my voice too weak to ask the birds

yet another twilight breathes its question

weeping wall 

     I am hammered into the floor 

and the fog measures the day

the gape sleeps grey.

It's the sum of people you can't trust

that keeps the dragonflies afloat

and when they die

when they die

the four years of ferocity

await in the city of cities

jubilant accidents in the depths of water.

The disappointments are 

                              what make me wish

if only my body could stop shaking like this

and I could sleep for a thousand years

alone with all my running tears

the disappointments keep me awake

with so many fears

that make my body shake.

It's the sum of people you can't trust

that keeps the dragonflies afloat

and when they die

when they die

the four years of ferocity

await in the city of cities

jubilant accidents in the depths of water.