No Matter Poem by RIC BASTASA

no matter how i put my head
to the softness of the pillow
the feeling of falling from the 12th floor
of the Taipa hotel
keeps on going
like there is no floor
like my hands do not know
anymore what to hold

i close my eyes to end this madness
but there is only this endless chasm,
i peep upon an opening of light
to see you once again

how can i be so cruel to worship
the goddess of truth?

i touch my hands and tell my nerves
this is not the right place to hurt
this is not the time

set aside the truth, there is no need for it
one sphinx as a sacrifice is enough for this world
there is this hunger that you know
let it not be known by her